#no words needed. every words hit right at the core of heart. it sucked all the bottled up emotion only to blow it back harder to throat.

[aprilblossomgirl]

I'm dead. This show is killing me inside.

[hpimagines]

Tom Riddle x Reader Smut

My first nsfw post on here 😈🙏 hopefully you enjoy;)

(Summary: No plot just smuty smut smut smut

(Warnings: Mature/Nsfw, unprotected p in v, dom/sub dynamic, dom tom, degrading, rough sex, cream pie)

(I listened to this song on repeat whilst writing, so I assume it should fit this well)

You walked into Tom’s dorm, no underwear on under your skirt. You wanted to tease Tom, he always managed to seem so nonchalant about everything; it drove you crazy. But the second he showed his dominant demeanor it caused you to fold into his touch immediately “You’re here quite late, I’m assuming your intentions are not for the faint of heart” He smirked slightly, pulling you by the waist into a deep kiss.

His tongue began to explore your mouth, occasionally biting down onto your tongue and lower lip, making you moan slightly. “Keep making those noises and I won’t be able to control myself doll.”

“Then don’t.”

The second those words left your mouth his lips attached themselves to your neck, your head leaning back exposing it more. Wet sloppy kisses, and hickeys were being scattered across it as he made sure to mark up every inch.

His right hand began to explore your waist, slowly moving down, rubbing up and down your thigh teasingly. “Tom, please.” You needed him to touch you. You craved it. “Beg.”

You sucked up your pride and gave in, the feeling of submission flooding over you. “Please Sir. Please fucking touch me, I need you.” You were helpless, a needy mess all for him, and he knew it. He fucking loved it.

You felt his fingers rub against your folds, causing you to gasp at the sudden friction. “Naughty girl. No underwear? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were just begging for another guy to fuck you, walking to my dorm without underwear like a fucking whore.”

Before you could respond he plunged two fingers deep into you without warning, your body folded over upon instinct and he catches you, still not stopping. “Fucking beg for me.”

You were already struggling to speak, his pace quickening everytime you opened your mouth. “Please mm fuck me Sir, please I need your dick please.” You pleaded through moans, barely able to look him in the eyes.

“Remember, you asked for this.” He grabbed you by the neck and threw you onto the bed, your back down. He yanked you by the foot to the edge of the bed and began to undress you. Your top was the first to go, revealing a new black lace bra.

You thought he’d admire it, however he ripped that off in the same fashion as your shirt, discarding it to an unknown area of the room. He yanked down your skirt and just stared at you for a moment before he undressed himself.

“Come get my cock wet whore.”

You wasted no time, you grabbed his dick and began to pump it slowly, putting it in your mouth and sucking slightly trying to take it all. Without warning Tom shoves your head down, making you gag immediately “We both know you can take all of me” His voice was deep and raspy, making your core ache, needing him more.

“Please fuck me” You looked up at him, still jerking him off. “Fine then, but I’m showing no mercy.” .. “Okay sir” .. “You know the safe word, yes?” .. “Yes, now please just fucking fuck me”

Before you could even finish your sentence he slammed into you, instantly starting a consistent pace; fast and hard.

“I want everyone to know who you belong to, so no fucking hiding your moans, understood?” His pace was relentless, constantly hitting your most sensitive areas. He could so easily drive you over the edge.

“Yes.. I understand, fuckk” You couldn’t hold in your moans even if you tried. He was hitting all the right places, all the while making eye contact. The way his eyes slightly rolled back as he rolled his neck letting out a deep moan drove you crazy.

His pace quickened even more, which you didn’t even think was possible, your moans filled the room and you were sure all of Hogwarts could hear you but you couldn’t care any less in this moment.

“Fuck, fuck, I need to cum can I please cum” You begged, he didn’t tell you to but you knew better than to cum without permission. “Cum for me, but I’m definitely not done with you yet.” He pounded harder, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Your body was shaking, you were a mess. However he didn’t stop, just as he said. He continued to abuse your pussy, slamming into you endlessly.

“Tell me who you fucking belong to, slut.” He pulled out, flipping you over and slamming right back into you, continuing his previous pace. In this new position it felt like he was hitting all new places, you forgot to respond.

A hard slap landed across your lap, causing a shrieking moan to come from you, it stung terribly, especially where his ringed finger hit. “I fucking told you do tell me who you belong to” He pounded, and pounded your words being swallowed by moans. “YOU FUCK I BELONG TO YOU TOM”

At this point your vice became hoarse from your screaming moans. You could barely hold yourself up as he showed you no mercy. “Does my whore want my cum” His pace started to get sloppier signaling he was close. “Please, I need your cum so bad. Please sir” Your words came out between moans.

“I’m gonna fucking fill you up like the cum dump you are Y/n” He pounded harshly into you a few more times, before cumming with deep long strokes, his cum completely filling you up. You could feel the sudden warmth of it, and it made your brain fuzzy.

HOW WAS THAT 🤔🤔 PLS LMK IF YOU LIKED IT!

[buckybabesonly]

Dirty Little Confession

Summary: Part 2 to Dirty Little Secret, can be read as a stand-alone. You and Bucky start dating, and during your first time, he tells you exactly how he used to fantasize about you.

Pairing: Bucky x Female!IReader

Genre: Smut / PWP

Warnings: Use of pet names (princess), dirty talk, size kink (kinda), Bucky being nastehhh and telling you exactly what he wants to do to you, first time having sex with Bucky, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: You guys asked for it 👀 Also sorry but just could not for the life of me find an appropriate saucy gif for this one so enjoy a generic long-haired Bucky gif cos he still be adorable. And I just hit 1,000 followers today! Thank you!

You giggled as your back hit the mattress, bouncing slightly as Bucky crawled over your body, relentlessly kissing your mouth, your neck.

Nervousness laced the sound of your laughter - your heart was beating rapidly, blood rushing to your face as you tried to catch your breath.

“You okay?” Bucky murmured against your skin, pulling back slightly to study your face. His body was so warm, comforting like a heavy blanket.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “Just - just nervous.”

He gave you a reassuring smile, pecking the tip of your nose.

“Don’t be. I’ll take care of you.”

His words made you shiver in anticipation, a small moan escaping your lips when he placed a knee between your thighs to separate your legs, his mouth reattaching itself to your neck and down to your collarbone.

He wanted to worship every inch of your skin, now that he finally had you in front of him.

“I used to think you didn’t even know I existed,” you said suddenly, your fingers threading through Bucky’s soft brunette tresses. It felt like a daze, having him on top of you, caressing you.

He chuckled, looking at you once more. “Believe me, I knew.”

“Mmm-hmm.” As you suspected, your crush on him hadn't exactly been subtle, and he probably noticed the way you ogled him all the time.

“I used to think about you all the time, too.” He nibbled your ear lobe gently, his voice deepening. “Used to get myself off every night imagining what I’d do to you.” His right hand slipped under your shirt, pulling down the cups of your bra and massaging your breast, making you gasp.

If you weren’t riled up before, you definitely were now. You groaned at his words as he slowly began to grind his clothed crotch against yours, all whilst continuing his ministrations on your breasts. You could feel how hard his cock was through his jeans, and you wanted nothing more than to rip off your clothes and have him inside you right now.

“Did you really?” you asked, wanting - no, needing him to tell you more.

“Yes,” he growled. “How could I not? Seeing you every day, looking at me with those eyes. Took me a long time to get the courage to ask you out, though.”

“You can say that again,” you joked, trying to maintain your focus as Bucky continued sucking and licking your neck in between his words.

“I was nervous,” he smirked. “Imagine that.”

“So what did you do?” you promoted, feeling your core burning with need. “What did you think about?”

Bucky smiled to himself, understanding exactly what effect his words were having on you and your body.

“Sometimes, I’d think about bending you over at your desk,” he began, sitting back on his haunches to peel off his shirt, his muscles flexing. Your hand lifted reflexively to touch his abdomen, marveling at the chiseled muscle. “I’d lift up your skirt, tear a hole in your pantyhose, take you right there and then.”

He lifted your torso up off his bed, holding you against him so he could hook his fingers under your shirt and lift it off, revealing yourself to him.

"Other times, I'd think about fucking you in the shower. I'd have you pressed up against the tiles, legs around my waist, and I'd have you bouncing up and down on my cock."

He loved the way you looked in your simple black bra, but liked you more without it, unhooking it deftly with a snap of his fingers.

"I'd think about having you on your knees, my cock in your mouth, you'd be gagging for me. I'd cum all over you pretty face."

The way he undressed you piece by piece, like unwrapping a gift, left you feeling a tad impatient. His dirty narrations was making you soak through your panties.

“Bucky,” you whined in minor complaint as he tossed your bra aside, pushing you back down so he could latch his mouth onto your left nipple. His tongue swirled around, licking and flicking it. He swapped to your right breast to give it the same treatment, capturing your nipple gently between his teeth and pulling.

“You moaned exactly like that in my fantasies,” he marveled, feeling his cock straining. But he wanted to make this last, savor his first time with you. “My dirty little princess.”

The lewd nickname made your folds even slicker, and you lifted your hips to buck against his, wanting him to give you something, anything.

His hands moved down to remove your jeans and panties at the same time, and you eagerly shimmied your hips to help him. Once your clothes were discarded to the side, he unclasped his belt, the sound making you salivate in anticipation. He slowly, slowly pulled his belt through the loops of his jeans, making a show of it, relishing how you eyed his crotch.

"Next time, I'll tie you up with this," he said casually, weaving the leather through his fingers, "but not tonight." He discarded the belt and shed the rest of his clothes, giving you the view you had been waiting for.

You were both silent as you looked at each others naked bodies for the first time. When you imagined this moment, you thought you would self-conscious and exposed, but the way his gaze roved over your body made you feel reassured. Loved. He looked at you almost in awe, his tongue pushing the inside of his cheek as if he was decided which part to devour first.

Your eyes became fixated on his huge appendage, slightly curving up towards his stomach, tracing the veins that ran along its length. The head of his cock was red and throbbing, aching to be put inside you. You were somewhat shocked - and intimidated - at its size, but you just knew how good it would feel sheathed inside your cunt.

A ravenous look appeared as his eyes drifted, first across your face, then to your breasts, then your cunt, presented to him in all its wet glory. God, finally.

“I’ve imagined this so many times,” he said lowly, his tongue wetting his lips. “So. Many. Times.”

You reached down between your legs, for his cock. He thought he would stop breathing when your soft hand wrapped around his girth, hesitantly at first, then with more confidence. Your grip tightened as you stroked him, thumb lightly sweeping over the top of his dick, admiring its thickness and weight.

“Fuck,” he hissed, head falling back. He couldn’t wait any longer, hand reaching out blindly to find the condom he had placed on his bedside table earlier.

“No,” you said suddenly, making his eyes snap open. “No condom.”

He froze, feeling his arousal grow all the more but needing to know that you were certain.

“Are you sure?” His voice was gentle. “I don’t mind using one, princess.”

“I want you inside me,” you said desperately. “Bare. I want to feel you. Please?" You added at the end, peeking up at him through your lashes shyly.

Now you had said that, there was no holding back.

A near animalistic sound released from the depths of Bucky’s chest as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Thought about this moment so many times,” he grunted. “Thought about how you would whine like a kitten whilst I fucked you with this cock. Think you can take all of it?”

The size of his dick made your pussy clench. Whilst he might not have been the longest that you had (although he was getting there), he was definitely the thickest, and you could only imagine how it would feel.

“I’m not sure,” you confessed, your nerves revealing yourself to him once more. His face softened as he brushed his thumb against your cheek, moving down to cup your chin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” he said. “You ready?”

You nodded frantically. “Need you. You have no idea.”

He chuckled, the sound like honey. “Princess, I’ve not had sex since the 40’s,” you scoffed, but your face fell when you realised he was being serious, “you have no idea how much I’m holding back right now.”

“What?” you blurted out in shock, nerves rising again. “What if it’s not as good as you remember?” It was a dumb thing to say, but you didn't want to disappoint him. First time having sex in over 70 years was a long time.

“Trust me. This will be worth the wait.”

You felt the tip of his cock prod you, and you kept your eyes fixed on his beautiful blue ones when he breached your entrance, his mouth parting slightly. He was monitoring your expression for any sign of discomfort as he slowly entered you, stretching you open.

You could feel your walls struggling to accommodate him, and you forced yourself to breathe slowly and relax, delighted when your core gradually began to swallow him up.

“Ah - fuck,” you cursed, one hand reaching up to press lightly against his chest, startling him as you rarely swore. The stretch was delicious, the pleasure beyond anything you could have imagined. God, you had barely even started and he was making you so needy.

“You okay?” He stopped his movements, making you grab onto his shoulders with both hands instead.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you panted, nodding. “All the way. Put it all the way inside, now.”

He smirked, the corners of his mouth twitching as he thrust the rest of the way inside you, making you release a guttural sound of pleasure.

“You like that?” He asked. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“So - so big, Bucky,” you gasped breathlessly, “so huge.”

He propped himself above you, and you could see his arms slightly shaking as they braced themselves on either side of your head. He was holding back.

“You can move,” you reassured him. “Just fuck me.”

"Your wish is my command," he grunted, and he began to move.

The thrust and slide of his dick inside your pussy made you both moan simultaneously. The feeling was electric, and you swore you could feel every vein of his cock as it dragged along your walls, filling every available space, probing your depths.

He began moving at a steady pace, fucking you with vigor, his eyes watching how your breasts bounced with every movement, how you closed your eyes blissfully and kept your mouth open to release a steady aah - aah - aah - aah with every snap of his hips.

"It feels so good, please don't stop," you garbled almost incoherently.

He couldn't believe how tight and warm you were around his cock, massaging him, threatening to tease an early release from him. You felt so good, and he sat back on his heels once more, hands on your waist to pull you down onto his cock, slamming into you harder.

"Oh God, Bucky."

The way you said his name made him even harder, if that was possible.

"Fuck, princess," he managed to spit out as he fucked you harder, fingers digging into your supple flesh as he drove his cock into your aching cunt. "Imagined this so many times. Touched myself all the time thinking about how I was gonna ruin your pussy. Now I finally got you here, and you're so tight and hot around my cock. You're taking it all so well."

He lifted your legs suddenly and placed them on top of his shoulders, allowing him deeper access into you. You were practically bent in half as he leaned forward, drilling his dick into you. In this position, he was able to kiss you, and his tongue licked into your mouth, hungry and desperate. He didn't even want to give you time to breathe, desperate to taste you on his tongue.

You were trembling as he continued fucking you relentlessly, the pleasure building up in your center in waves, reaching the crescendo.

"More, Bucky, I need more," you begged, holding onto his biceps, nails dragging along his skin.

You squealed when he flipped your positions without warning, moving with the grace of a cat, rolling onto his back and pulling you so that you were on top. He raised you easily back up and onto his cock like you weighed nothing, and continued to lift you up-down, up-down on his cock.

"That enough for you?" he asked, a seductive arrogance soaking his voice.

You were not composed enough to respond as you tried to hold onto his forearms for balance all the why he continued to move you on top of his dick like a doll, his face contorting in pleasure.

"Feels - so good," he exclaimed, his voice gravelly like he was struggling to voice exactly just how good it felt. "I'm gonna cum."

You could feel yourself reaching the peak already, sweat glistening against your skin as you panted and moaned, your hands lifting to your own breasts to squeeze and play with them.

The sight of you, moving like a jackrabbit on his cock, hands cupping your own tits, was a sight that sent him over the edge. He quickly lifted you off his cock, his hand grabbing his slick length and stroking him through his orgasm as he shot his seed all over your belly, high enough to almost paint your face, his groans loud and clear as he sent his creamy cum all over your torso.

You mourned the loss of his dick inside you, wishing secretly that he had cum inside, but didn't have time to voice your complaint when he laid you on your back once more.

"What are you doing?" you asked breathlessly as his chest heaved, his cock still semi-hard.

"Admiring the artwork," he murmured, giving you that god damn smirk again before his face disappeared between your legs.

You held onto his hair, nails scratching his scalp as his tongue delved past your folds, licking your combined juices, flicking your clit playfully as you struggling to hold back your screams.

"You taste good, princess," he complimented briefly before continuing to eat you out, the muscle in his mouth working on you expertly, dragging your orgasm out.

"I'm nearly there," you whined, and he kept up a consistent pace, doing his utmost to pleasure you as you felt your high approaching. "Oh, don't stop Buck, keep going, keep going - OH!"

Your orgasm reached the top and spilled over, making you convulse with pleasure as Bucky grabbed your thighs to keep your legs apart, his tongue lapping at every part of your pussy he could access, making you writhe uncontrollably.

The aftershocks it ran through your whole body, literal tears springing to your eyes at the pure ecstasy of it. The feeling was blinding white, addictive.

"That feel good, princess?"

He took your gasping as a definite yes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he covered your body with his once more, kissing your swollen lips yet again.

"That was amazing," you said eventually, your breathing loud and blood gushing in your ears as you tried to focus your vision. The orgasm had been unlike anything you had ever felt before, like you had lost total control of yourself, but it was exhilarating.

"You were amazing," he said, sucking your skin delicately, his hands roving as if he just couldn't get enough of you.

You giggled when he pulled the covers over the two of you, wrapping you up in his arms, continuing his whispers of what else he was going to do to you.

"Hey, I was just looking at this report and - holy shit, is that a hickey?"

"Nat!"

[elsaellaelys]

Fingertips

summary: Y/N wakes up to JJ fingertips and horniness neediness.

WARNINGS: 18+, sex content, but no somnophilia sex, for fucks sake.

850 words

pairing: boyfriend!JJ Maybank x girlfriend!fem!reader

a/n: Dreaming with waking up like this.

I'm with so much ideas right now, but can't write them at the same time, so be a little patient.

--★--

The curtains are useless. The sun light is strongly shining through it inside the bedroom since 6 a.m. Everything seems glass made at the illumination, the perfume bottles, pictures frames, posters and the white wood walls in her room.

But that's not what woke Y/N. There's a warm bare chest pressed against her, also bare, back, a stomach tight feeling growing in her belly going down hot to between her legs as she feels fingertips run her side, drawing circles in her waist, palming, slithering to her hips. The combination of that all woke her up happily, especially cause she was dreaming of the owner of those strong hands, her amazing boyfriend, JJ, the same hands that brought heaven to her - or took her to heaven, she's not sure - and hold her close to him the whole night.

She stayed quiet, pretending to be asleep, JJ's breath was hitting her neck, he lightly pressed his lips to anywhere of her body he could reach. Nothing, but JJ was on her mind, so it was like to him, the sight of her beautiful tanned skin full on display to him, heart shape ass, legs tangling with his.

He looked over her shoulder to her face, but his look felt to her tits, so free and soft, he remembered of them last time, could even feel how they felt against his tongue, around his dick. His cock was coming back to life way faster then he wanted to admit, and she felt it in her loin, holding herself from bucking towards it, instead, she just waited.

Of course he wouldn't touch her while she slept, it felt wrong, it felt wrong even when he backed away, strocking his cock just cause of the sight of her ass, his fingertips running down her dorse. Oh fuck, how he pressed the bulge in her lower belly last night, he was so deep, feeling every ply of her pussy, he could still feel it, - if only she wakes right now -, the way her back arched and she grasped his arms, her moans and the way she begged him to cum cause she felt herself in the edge of passing out and, wait, did he just saw her legs clench together?

His breathed whimpers stopped as he stared at her body still quiet, letting go of his length he called her. "Y/N? You're awake?"

"Last night wasn't enough for you?" she mocked, reaching behind her to pump him herself, ripping a groan from his throat, her delicate hand so soft compared to his.

"Oh yeah, y'know what you do to me." He said, fingers stroking her cheeks, her lips, pulling her for a peck. She felt a satisfying rush in her heart for noticing how he kept away from sexually touching her while she was sleeping, he knew she had to be awake to enjoy it with him and, oh, how she's enjoying it.

"You want me to do it for you again?" she asked turning around to meet his face, she knew her were full of sleep, but so were his, and if he looked at her with the admiration she had for him, he wouldn't think nothing, but how beautiful and his she seemed.

"Fuck yes. Sit here on my face so I can give it back to you while you do it."

Y/N gladly accept the offer, legs rounding his face, she lowered her core into his mouth, the meet sending instant pleasure through her body and JJ was ready to start liking her, her savor taste in his mouth was enough to make him come undone so he doesn't know how he managed to not cum the minute her toungue met his tip.

He was losing his pace continually, his cock was deep in her mouth and the gaging noises she made sure to make loud was dizzying his mind.

None of them needed to breath at that point, for him it was enought with his nose rested in the curve of her ass, he lazily sucked her clit, fingertips running her back, her ass, her tights, suddenly grasping it tightly to buck his hips and fuck her mouth, saliva dripping to his balls, he was in the edge and crazy to make her cum first, his index finger collecting her arousal and entering her tight ass, middle finger following. She clenched, moaning loudly with his dick between her lips, he bucked his hips again to keep her mouth busy, he knew she wouldn't last long being fucked in the ass, clit being sucked, and licked, and twirled.

She crumpled the sheets in her hands as she cummed, careful not touch his dick with her teeth, her groans and moans sending waves through his length forcing his orgasm out, seed shots straight to her throat.

Panting breaths were the only sounds they could make, JJ slipped her off of him, sitting up, looking down at her, fingertips brushing the hair out of her face, down her nose and stroking her swollen lips. "Good morning." he laughing said.

[osamusriceballs]

Finding Love

Bokuto x fem reader

Words: ~ 1,8 k

Warnings: NSFW (dry humping, sex against a wall)

About: A one night stand with Bokuto <3

A/n: I'm craving more one night stands with the haikyuu boys. Suna next. PERIOD.

"Y/n-"

The way he holds you sends shivers down your body. You're seated on his lap, his muscular thighs between yours, his lips delivering the messiest, hottest, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. Both of his large hands rest on your back, pulling you close, so close to him.

One of your hands rests on his shoulder, while the other finds its way into his spikey hair—messing it up as you involuntarily grab the strands tighter when he intensifies his actions.

"Koutaro..." His name still feels foreign on your tongue, a hazy memory from the introductions exchanged during passionate kisses in his car. His low groan assures you that you pronounced it correctly, and you're rewarded with a particularly hard suck against your throat.

He's hard. Unmistakably so. You subtly shift your weight, while your hand glides down his chest, tracing the outline of his well-defined muscles. He's not just tall, he exudes strength and fitness, making you feel incredibly safe and cherished in his embrace.

Your heart races in your chest, probably due to your excitement. Every move he makes steals your breath, his groans intensifying the sensation of his lips marking your skin.

"Y/n?" He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, a questioning furrow in his brow. He looks so good that it momentarily takes your breath away.

"Yes?" Your reply, and your hand releases his hair, allowing him to adjust his posture and sit back.

"Could we move this to the bedroom?" His question is filled with hesitation, his cheeks tinted with a pink flush while his teeth dig into his lower lip as soon as he finishes speaking.

Both of you know what he just proposed. Your mind races, and his expression shifts as he waits for your response—his gaze now dropping, an endearing shyness in his posture.

"We don't have to if you're not comfortable. I just thought..."

"No! I mean, yes, let's go to the bedroom." You quickly interrupt, eager to ensure that you want it too. You want to continue this, to explore more of him.

His expression changes once more, an enthusiastic grin playing across his features. His hands wander to your ass, and before you can react, he stands up with you still in his arms. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, his arousal pressing against your barely covered core—restrained only by the thin layers of your panties and his dress pants.

"I want so much more. To see you, to feel you," he murmurs, while he's walking towards what you presume is the bedroom. "Please, I want it- I want you so much," you gasp, trying to grind against him, the friction adding fuel to your arousal.

A hard kick of his leg opens door, and suddenly, you're pressed against the wall. He's towering over you, his lips finding yours in a feverish kiss full of hunger and need. His lips against yours are intoxicating, plump and soft, with a sweetness and passion that convinces you that you're the only focus of his desire right now. Pressed against the wall, you're barely able to think, only able to feel.

"Do you... want to continue like this? Against the wall?" His words reach your ears as barely more than a breath, his kiss taking all your thoughts away. His words and his sheer strength make your body tremble even more with excitement.

"Yes, Koutaro," you breathe out, your voice full with anticipation. Your hands dig under the fabric of his shirt, meeting the warm expanse of his bare back. His muscles are tense and firm, a clear sign of his physical strength- he probably hits the gym regularly.

"Fuck me, Koutaro, please." The plea slips from your lips, the words coming out breathy and needy. His response is immediate, his hips grinding against you, his cock pressing hardly against your cunt.

"Koutaro. Please," you rasp the words against his lips again, feeling him trembling with excitement suddenly. Your hands wander between your bodies, finally, a little clumsily reaching the button of his pants and fumbling for a few seconds before you open it and reach into his boxers. He breaks the kiss when your fingertips brush against his cock, feeling him hard and throbbing against you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath heavy and ragged, while you keep palming him and exploring his body. His cock is thick, so thick that you're not sure if you could wrap your hand fully around him. But what makes you tremble in anticipation is how long it actually is. His cock definitely matches his physical appearance—broad and tall.

"Your hand feels good, so good, so good," he suddenly thrusts his hips against your hand, and you quickly move your other hand to the hem of his boxers to pull them down. His cock finally springs free, pressing up against your body, and you simply reach down to push your panties to the side and line his cock up at your entrance.

"Fuck," he groans against your skin, his hot breath meeting the shell of your ear, and he finally, finally pushes into you, the head of his cock disappearing between your legs and making your eyes roll back.

"Kou, fuck, Kou," you groan, your head falling back against the wall, not caring about the thump and the loud sound of your head crashing against the wall echoing through the room, along with your lewd moan and his grunts.

His hips slowly push forward, his cock deliciously stretching you out while he sinks deeper into your cunt. He easily slides through your wetness, his hands gripping your ass even tighter, leaving fingerprints on your backside for sure, and you clench around him when he's fully inside of you.

Your lips part as you breathe heavily, your muscles tensing at the sudden feeling of being overwhelmed with emotions. His hips suddenly move back and slam forward, his cock barely leaving your pussy, but the sudden thrust makes you gasp for air. "Oh, please-" you whine, not even sure what you're begging for, but he has you, he thrusts his hips again, and again, harder with every thrust, his movements suddenly even more unrestricted. "Tell me when you want me to stop," he whispers against your ear, and you only moan in response before he starts to thrust faster.

"Oh my god, fuck-" curses and prayers leave your lips endlessly, until you only manage to moan his name when he thrusts his cock into you, again and again. Your mind is hazy, your whole body electrified by his touch, your pussy deliciously clenching around him at every particularly sharp thrust.

"Touch yourself," he groans into your ear, your whole body shuddering at his raspy needy voice. You quickly bring one hand to your chest and start palming yourself, squeezing your tit through your shirt with your hand. A gasp leaves your lips, and suddenly Bokuto's face is right in front of you, his lips connecting with yours hungrily, firmly, with an intensity that makes your whole body burn. Your hand wanders further down while you keep on kissing him, your fingers quickly finding your clit and starting to rub against it feverishly.

"You're so hot, so damn hot," his words make you flush even further, and you reciprocate the kiss with more intensity, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.

"Please, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, Kou," you whine, your hips rutting against him and grinding against his broad body. "Can't stop, baby, feels too good, you feel so good," he sounds almost desperate while he's grinding your body against him, the feeling making you see stars, you're so close, so close-

He presses his face against your neck, the sounds of his grunts and moans muffled against your skin, and when his hands grab your thighs almost painfully hard and he thrusts hard again—that's when you finally feel yourself cum, your muscles contracting and your body arching in his hold, your head falling back and your eyes rolling back in your head. "Kou, fuck-" you moan his name, your voice sounding so lewd that you'd be embarrassed, but your name leaves his lips at the same time, his body tensing and you feel a sudden warmth between your legs, his cum filling you up and making your high even more intense.

Your breath comes out erratically from your lips, your chest heaving heavily while your fingers comb through his hair. Most of his hairspray is already on your hands, the strands turning surprisingly soft, and you slightly tug on them after a while, to make him lift his face.

He quickly raises his head at the feeling, and your breath stops for a second when you see his face. He looks so cheerful and happy, his features even softer than you've ever seen before. He presses a quick peck to your lips, the gesture so soft and surprising that you can only stare at him with your jaw slightly dropped.

He finally stumbles back, his arms shaking, but his grip around your thighs still firm, and only two steps later he simply falls back onto the bed, your body resting on top of him. His cock is still half inside of you, slowly turning from hard to soft, but still so warm and welcome.

His hands find your bare back under your shirt, caressing your skin and drawing you closer. Bokuto exudes a soothing warmth, his body like a heater beneath you, and your fingers roam around his chest and play with the hem of his shirt. You did all this, and yet you're both still almost fully clothed- you can't even imagine how much more intense it would be if you're both naked.

"My friend Akaashi—you've seen him before, remember the guy with glasses? That's my best friend," he suddenly breaks the silence, prompting you to lift your gaze to meet his. His sweet smile causes your lips to curl upwards too. "Yes, I remember him. He was very polite." Bokuto's grin widens, and he nods with enthusiasm. "That's him. Akaashi told me that I'm not cut out for one-night stands. That they are all 'devoid of love'. But I believe that love can also start physically like this, don't you think? Because this did feel like the beginning of love." His sincere tone catches you off-guard, your eyebrows arching in surprise.

"I... yes, I think so too." Your response makes him smile even more- and the butterflies won't stop in your stomach.

"So... do you think we could see each other again?"

You feel his cum trickling between your legs, but both of you only focus on each other, not caring about the slowly growing stains on his dark pants. Your eyes are focused on him, his eyes shining with brightness and hope, his focus entirely on you. A comforting warmth washes over you, and you smile widely when you reply and lean closer to press a kiss to his lips.

"Yes. Yes, I think so."

[bedoballoons]

I feel like im gonna be spamming kinktober req hahaha anyways- gentle/soft first time with childe, thoma and diluc? :) seperately oh and reader likes to be praised but too shy to ask!! I have afab reader in mind!

Go right ahead!! Apologies I wasn't fast to your request, but I hope it was worth the wait!! I love a cute first time so thank you so much for your request and I hope you enjoy <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~First time~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI! Reader is afab! First times, super soft and loving, fingering, slight tears! Childe calls the reader bunny! (Dilucs headcanon ended up being way longer than it needed to be, it's a whole oneshot for some reason! Apologies! :p)

(Includes: Diluc, Thoma, and Childe!)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

Diluc placed another soft kiss against your lips, his hands gently cupping your face as he confirmed once again...that this is what you wanted, "Are you still okay...you still want to do this?" You smiled at him, feeling cared for, loved... this was right and there wasn't any doubt, "Yes..I want my first time to be with you Diluc...I love you."

"I love you too." His lips met yours once again, but this time it was needier, heated..your tongues dancing around while his hand slid down your body slowly, heat trailing everywhere he touched you...it was like nothing you had ever felt before. You were so nervous, but you trusted him to no end and as he carefully pulled down your under garments...already wet with ecstasy...you knew it was the right choice.

You gasped as the cold air hit your wetness, then you felt Dilucs fingers press against your rosey pink folds, making you moan out in delight at the delightful sensation...his dick twitching at your sounds...he wanted you so badly, "Doing okay?" You nodded excitedly, gripping his broad shoulders tightly while you moved against his digits, he was alittle taken aback by your forwardness, but he didn't mind, in fact he let one of his fingers slip inside of you...pumping it in and out as he watched you unravel beneath him, adding another so he'd stretch your beautiful hole.

"D-diluc mhhh, p-please...more~" A shiver rolled down his spine at your request, at the lust dripping in your voice, he was more than ready, he wanted to feel you around him, he needed it, "Alright, your wish is my command~" Your face blushed even deeper if possible, heart racing as a quiet whine escaped you, the loss of his fingers leaving you feeling empty...while you watched him undo his pants.

"I-is it really going to fit?" You looked nervous once again, but he smiled at you, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead gently, "It will, I promise... you're nice and wet for me, spread enough it shouldn't hurt, if it does...you can tell me to stop alright?" You nodded quickly and then before you could even say another word, your breath halted in your throat, Dilucs whole length sliding deeper and deeper into your dripping cunt while your body clenched around him tightly, it felt so good you couldn't speak.

"You feel so tight...s-so tight. A-are you okay?" His voice cracked into a groan, he was trying so hard to contain himself, but the dirty expression on your face and your pulsating pussy around his cock was more than overwhelming, he just needed you to say yes...

"O-okay. J-just- move. P-please mnngh!" He didn't waste a second, slowly pulling out out just to thrust back in, "Ngh-hhh! Y-yes!!" You cried out, your nails digging into his back, his pace starting off slow but quickly gaining speed, his voice becoming huskier with every groan into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he sucked dark marks into it. "Y-you're doing so good, mmm, so good for me~"

Heat pooled into your core at his compliments, your finish washing over you before you even knew it was happening, you were left seeing stars, wanting more of his praise...

𑁍༄Thoma:

Thoma didn't move, he simply smiled down at you sweetly, placing kisses all over your face and chest while you adjusted to the feeling of him, he had been so careful, asking you every step of the way if you were comfortable...if you liked what he was doing and telling you more than once how much he loved you. "Ready for me to move?" He whispered the question against your lips, sending shockwaves throughout your body...your walls tightening around him, making him suck in a sharp breath. "I-im ready Thoma.."

He bit his lip as he pulled his dick slowly out of you, its surface shiny with your wetness, his tip dripping with you and the sight alone made him drunk with lust, his length thrusting into your fluttering cunt, causing you to only moan louder. It was perfect, all of you was like heaven to him, his hands holding you in place as he fucked you slowly, wanting desperately to fill you with his warm love and keep you in his arms all night long, praise you in everyway, "Y-you're so gorgeous, so s-so amazing. A-archons you feel so amazing.."

His words made your back arch and he'd never seen something so wonderful before, he'd tell you every compliment he'd ever thought of since he met you, just to see that fucked out face you made when he did, you didn't even have to ask...

𑁍༄Childe:

Childes tongue fought with yours, his hands exploring your body like it was treasure, he'd waited for this for so long and he was going to make sure your first time was everything you wanted and more, he was going to make you feel nothing but love. He pulled away, leaving you gasping for air while he lined up his length with your entrance, teasing you with the tip while you moaned in delight, these sensations were all new to you and your whole being was consumed with wanting more of his touch, "Childe p-please..."

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"Hmmm, what was that? Say it again, I want to hear your pretty little voice before all you can say is my name~" Your entire body shivered in arousal at his compliment his smile turning into a pleased smirk as you followed his orders, "Please C-childe." He leaned in close, his voice low, almost threatening as he whispered into your ear, "That's my good bunny~"

Your wetness doubled from his words, your pussy begging for him, throbbing almost painfully and he wouldn't deny you even a moment longer, his dick sliding into your tight pink walls that sucked him in so perfectly, his deep blue eyes watching as yours glazed over with dirty thoughts and feelings, he was going to try his best to go slow...but with how intoxicating you were to him...he wasn't sure either of you would last very long.

◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Happy kinktober~*⁠.⁠✧

[hoodjam]

antidote

a/n1 : helllo, I missed y’all on here lol,, I hope you like this & my inner Choso lover came out lolll

warnings smut(mdni), cuckhold (?), cheating, fingering, oral (m & f), double penetration, slight voyeurism, I think that’s it, 1.5K words

omg I can’t stop thinking about doctor!choso who specializes in making people cum & boyfriend!gojo making the appointment

It honestly started when satoru thought he broke your pussy… he’d edged you to the brink of exploding and when he finally craved guiding you to a sweet release— you couldn’t

he tried everything, toys, his fingers, his tongue, porn, but no matter what he did it never sufficed & you were pissed.

for some reason, you couldn’t push yourself to the edge either, which made your skills on the job suffer.

so much so that your boss had called you into their office to give you a couple of days off for a “cool down period”, with pay of course

which brings you to the website you’re staring at now, ‘ Kamo’s Magic House of Fingers ‘. the name sucked but the reviews were top notch

tojis-digbick : as a guy, dr. kamo made me cum buckets, hell I go at least twice a week ;)

utihim3 : people have said I was pent up, had my panties in a twist, and more degrading rude things, but dr. kamo untwisted my knickers! thank you, doctor!

naoya_z : even tho it’s not a lowly woman’s fist fucking my pristine cock, the doctor knows how to satisfy my needs. or whatever

your mouth salivates thinking about the relief this dr. kamo could bring you, persuading satoru to book your appointment by telling him he’d stay in the room.

now you sit here, or lay, on a soft mattress on a table. the room looked like any other clinic but seemed spacious.

there was a knock on the door, and I came what you assumed was dr. kamo. gojo stood to shake the man’s hand as you clenched your thighs together— the doctor was attractive.

wearing a tight black shirt that showed off all his assets, black slacks, and shoes with a white lab coat to it off. after shaking your boyfriend's hand he eyes your chart.

“good afternoon, Ms. y/n, I am Dr. Kamo, but you can call me Choso,” he starts smoothly, his deep voice rattling to your core.

“first off, I’m glad that you finished your paperwork online, most people forget,” he chuckled, “secondly, i see you are having a problem with intimacy in the bedroom?” he questioned, eyeing your wristband, double-checking to make sure he had the right patient.

you nodded your head in agreement, mind coming to terms with that in a few minutes, Choso would be in between your thighs. you could cum just at the thought.

choso smiles, making the black mark on his nose move, “well I hope I can help,” he starts, placing the clipboard down, and dimming the lights. “however on our privacy policy, we state that there cannot be any guests in the room with patients.”

your heart sinks, finally remembering satoru sitting by your head, “I’m very quiet, I swear I’m here for moral support!” He pleads, grasping your hand.

Choso hums, as if he’s thinking about bending his rules. “well I suppose he could stay, since it’s his mess that you’re here today, maybe he could learn something today,” he teased, keeping his heated gaze on you.

satoru scoffs, fixing his mouth for a response when he’s shushed by the doctor, “ah ah, remember quiet.”

your legs are propped up by the doctor as he slowly rolls your dress upwards past your hips. his eyes glancing at your features to make sure you’re still ok.

this makes your throb, panties dampening with every slight caress of his fingers on your skin.

“curtains open or closed, Ms. y/n?”

OPEN! you wanted to scream but the soft huff from satoru told you otherwise, you don’t think his ego could take another hit.

“closed please.”

another smile, then he disappears. you hear gloves being put on from the other side as you wait patiently for your session to start.

you’ve been panting and trying your hardest not to close your shaky thighs. your core clenching around nothing, feeling your wetness drip through your underwear.

Choso lazily rubs your clit, sometimes missing just to hear you whine, enjoying his job for the first time.

you were gorgeous, from top to bottom, and at this moment you were his.

he stops abruptly, pulling your soaked panties off your core, mouth wet as he sees the slick sticking to it.

on his side table, he looks at his various options of toys, wondering how much you could take, setting on a standard dildo.

he teases your folds, watching the fake dick collect your cream. “you sound so lovely,” Choso groans, slipping the tip in your hole.

you gasp clutching your breasts, face warm from his words. satoru rolls his eyes but palms his growing bulge. tempted to plunge his cock into your mouth.

doctor!Choso expertly moves the false dick, making sure to nudge your g-spot every so often. squelching sounds in the room as you moan, hips matching the pace of the doctor.

whatever it was doing felt so good, better than your fingers, way better than what gojo had tried. you moan louder, rolling against the toy that’s filling you to the brim.

“so good choso, keep going im almost there!” you squeaked, feeling something wet against your clit, almost like a mouth.

satoru stands up, swiftly pulling his pants and underwear down, cock hitting your chin. you moan louder seeing the deranged look on your boyfriend's face. he’s pissed.

opening your mouth, you relax your throat taking the harsh thrusts from both ends to take you. satoru gasps, feeling the tight pressure of your mouth soak his cock.

you whimper, feeling gojos palms around your tits, squeezing and tweaking your nipples, slowing his pace to cum down in your mouth. you gagged, struggling to take all his cum as he slips out your mouth.

after catching his breath he quietly slips out the door feeling triumphant, the thought that only he could cum in you.

“oh, so that’s the problem,” you hear, yes connecting with Choso’s, “he nuts too fast, no wonder he can’t satisfy you.”

you gasp, the curtain slightly open revealing the light pink that dusts the doctor's cheeks.

“is my assessment correct?” he chiles, still trusting the toy in your core, “hm? I need an answer.”

you moan a ‘yes’, leaning up to open the curtain more, “he hasn’t made me cum in months, please help me Choso.”

feeling bold, you take the toy out of your pussy, scooting to the edge of the table-bed, spreading your cunt with your fingers, “I’m begging.”

the doctor watches as your hole clenches still oozing onto the mattress under you. his cock twitches, ready to break another rule of his policy.

his laces his fingers with yours, flickering his eyes on your face as his head dips to lick your core. tongue collecting your slick as he circles your pearl.

you shudder, pushing your hips to his face, pleading for more.

he’d make you cum, a few times. with his tongue, his fingers, a few of his toys, and finally his cock that you were sitting on.

his job completed, yet he still can’t get enough of you, nor could you. after you came in his face he was stunned when it came with rain, soaking his coat and shirt. your hands pressed his face deeper into your core asking for more and more and more.

so insatiable, when you clenched around his fingers, unappeased when you felt the vibration bring a nudge against your g-spot, greedy when you pleaded for his cock.

he’s lucky that the door locks after someone leaves, fortunate that only he has the keys to the room, blessed that it’s soundproof, muffling your moans when you bounce on his lap, pussy sucking him in deeper, skin slapping when you come down.

he can’t remember when he took his coat and shirt off when his pants zipped down only revealing his aching member how your dress bunched around your waist, when your breasts bounced and covered with marks, but he thoroughly enjoyed this.

“one more Cho i swear,” you whined, grinning your hips against his, feeling every vein of his cock inside you, nudging your cervix.

he groans, circling his hips upwards, ready to cum inside you for the billionth time. “yea?” he’s breathless, slowly fucking you as you both arrive at the peak.

you moan once more latching your mouth on his, squirting on his lap, feeling his hot seed fill your hole.

Your heavy breathing subsides, feeling his cock soften, “fuck, that’s was amazing.” he groans lifting you and placing you on the bed.

gathering some warm wet wipes, he cleaned himself as well as you. opening a makeshift closet and finding another shirt and coat. he hands you your dress and smiles. “do you feel satisfied?

“I do, I was wondering if I could come back? just in case the treatment wears off,” you mumble, cringing at your poor excuse to see him again.

He chuckled, fishing a business card from his pocket. “here’s my personal card, call me when you need treatment.” winking walking about the room with his panties in your back pocket.

a/n2 : this was supposed to be short, damn.. oh well

@hoodjam-recs for more jjk content!!

[tojisun]

look how you hold me

toji x reader

: a short drabble about the morning after your one-night stand with toji teehee 🤭; the song is from a&w - lana

you slip toji’s shirt on, trying to subtly breathe in the smell. you do not know if it’s his detergent or his perfume but whatever it was, it smelt good. relaxing. tender. 

does he even wear perfume? he doesn’t really look like the type to do so, but he also doesn’t look like the type to offer you breakfast so you try to bat away any half-formed opinions that you have based on how this man looks. 

(scarred lips tugged up in a small smile, his rough palms reaching for your wrists. “food?” he murmured, his voice almost too gentle as if he doesn’t want to break the comfortable silence that sat between the two of you. you remember nodding in response, cautious of using your voice after last night.)

you risk a glance at his way, nibbling your bottom lip as you watch him work in his kitchen, his shirtless back rippling with every movement. 

you could probably count on one hand how many one-night stands you had that led to where you are right now: on their dining table, wearing their shirt, and waiting to be served breakfast.

your chest flutters and you hide your smile on the back of your palm, feeling shy all of a sudden. your split lips throbbed at the stretch, and the dull sting pulls you into the memories of the night before, remembering toji’s touch scorching your damp skin. 

you remember the way he fucked into your throat, groaning and grunting, his voice a measured purr when he told you how good it felt to thrust into your mouth; how tight you cling around him, your throat squeezing “like a wet cunt. fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good.”

god. 

no one has ever made you feel good the way he had. he went down on you without asking, his lips circled around your clit and sucking desperately, his mouth wet with your slick. he was moaning as he ate you out, his deep voice rumbling into your core. your eyes rolled back into your head as your orgasm built over and finally tipping into his tongue. when you came to, it was at the sight of toji, damp face peering from between your legs, eyes squinted in satisfaction, and his hair a mess under your clenched fists.

the intensity of his love-making ripped you apart. the gentle parts of toji were there, you remember, but the one that dominated the most was his fire. the way he loomed over you as he fucked you on your back burns bright in your memories, and there is so little of downtime for you to remember anything else.

toji filled you up. when his cock was busy fucking into your cunt, his thumb was pressed on your tongue to keep your mouth full. 

“suck,” he ordered when he first stuffed it in. you didn’t need to be told anything else before you sucked, your cheeks hollowing around toji’s thumb and your tongue flicking on the tip as if it was his cock you were teasing with kitten licks. he hummed, his eyes hooded with intense desire, but before you could bat your eyes and act coy, toji pulled out before slamming back in, hitting so deep in you it felt like he was forcing your walls to adapt to his shape.

“here you go,” toji says, his rough voice pulling you from the depths of your memories.

your head snaps up to him, your eyes meeting his, and for a second you think he knows what you were thinking about; that he knows that the mere memories of toji’s intense fucking had you squeezing your legs together underneath the table. 

you clear your throat, looking away, feeling your cheeks burn. “thanks,” you reply, shooting him a grateful smile.

toji smiles back before ruffling your hair, his fingers getting caught in the tangles. you groan, embarrassed, but toji just laughs, shaking his head softly in delight.

“mm, i did that, didn’t i?” it wasn’t a question, not with the satisfied smirk tugging at toji’s lips. 

you sputter at his words, your throat convulsing as you attempt to calm your heart from his crooning voice, but toji just hums as he plops on the seat across yours with a wickedly amused grin.

“oh, fuck off,” you bite, grumbling as you turn to your plate and dig in.

toji laughs as he rests his cheek on his palm, watching as you eat spoonfuls. “‘s not what you said last night, sweetheart.”

you have half the heart to chuck your fork at him, but toji just continues to smile, smug and boyish. you decide to ignore him, prolonging your chewing as an excuse to stay silent, pretending that your cheeks aren’t all warm and burning. 

but. 

flashes of toji holding your hair appeared behind your eyes, conjured by toji’s teasing. he had been tugging at them lightly as he fucked you on your knees, forcing you to keep your head up. your neck was craning backwards even though all you wanted was to burrow on the plush pillows and smother your moans, hoping to use them as leverage to ground yourself amidst the filling pleasure of toji’s cock grinding so deep in you. 

christ. yeah, okay, he got you there.

you peer up at toji from behind your lashes only to see him watching you, not looking put off despite your silence. you clear your throat. “yummy,” you say even though your cheek is still stuffed.

he shakes his head fondly before eating his breakfast too. the memories finally stop as the comfortable silence of the morning cradles you in relaxation. 

later, you and toji would wash the dishes together, not minding the domesticity. not when toji seems to stall just as long as you are. you wouldn’t want to leave yet, and toji too would want you to stay. and it would somehow take one broken mug before toji is diving back into your space, his lips slotting against yours as he lifts you up and props you on the counter. your palms would rest on his naked back, your lips tingling at the kiss. Toji would fuck right you there, on the counter in his kitchen, his voice a deep purr as he sings praises of you. 

[storiesforallfandoms]

in the dressing room ~ eminem

word count: 3020

request?: yes!

“Hi there! Can I request a Eminem x reader fic? There’s so little of them 😩😩. So the reader and eminem are on tour (the reader is a singer) and they kinda have a sexual relationship going, not like friends with benefits, there’s feelings involved on both sides just nobody will admit it, and they kinda get hot and heavy and someone walks in on them, and they get caught having sex (someone like porter or skylar walks in on them) and eminem is like really protective (I find that hot idk why) and basically they confess feelings after. This is a lot and I’m sorry. You don’t have to do this either, I just thought about it on the toilet.”

description: in which they get caught going at it in his dressing room and, after he gets very protective of her, they’re forced to admit their feelings for one another

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, unprotected p in v), maybe a little angst?

masterlist (one, two, three)

He gave you The Look as you passed him backstage. It was a look you had become very familiar with; the “I need you right now” look. You had been on your way to meet up with Denaun to talk before the soundcheck, but The Look caused you to completely change course to follow him back to his dressing room.

The minute you were in the room and the door was shut before you, Marshall was on you. He had you shoved up against the door, his lips pressed roughly against yours. His tongue licked across your bottom lip, asking for permission. You parted your lips to allow his tongue to explore your mouth. You whimpered as he pressed his growing erection against you.

“I’m supposed to be getting ready for soundcheck,” you panted.

“You’ll be late,” he responded.

“Porter will have questions.”

“Fuck him.”

His hands grabbed at you hungrily. His hand unbuttoned your jeans and slipped beneath the waistband. You gasped as his fingers ran over your clothed core. He pressed two fingers against your clit and rubbed harsh circles. You bit your lip to muffle the moans that were coming up your throat.

“You’re so wet already,” he said. “Just from us making out? You must be eager.”

You nodded. You didn’t trust yourself to try and speak right now. You were sure that if you opened your mouth you would let out a loud noise and draw attention to the two of you.

He pushed your panties aside to run his fingers through your soaked folds. It was becoming harder to contain your moans as he started kissing your neck, his beard tickling your sweet spot as he sucked and nipped at the one spot. You knew he would likely leave a mark that would be hard to explain, but that was far from your mind right now.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as you felt Marshall’s fingers slip into your cunt. His other hand quickly jumped to cover your mouth. You could feel him smirking against your neck.

He curled his fingers to perfectly hit your g-spot with every thrust inwards. With his hand over your mouth you felt free to moan to your heart’s desire. Not that you’d be able to control yourself anyways. It was like Marshall was pressing all the right buttons in order to make you lose complete control of your body.

Your eyes rolled back in your skull as you could feel your climax nearing already. Your body trembled from the merciless pumping of his fingers until a muffled shout escaped your lips and your walls clenched around him. It never ceased to amaze you how Marshall could make you see stars just be using his fingers, let alone what he could do with his dick.

You nearly whimpered when he slipped his fingers out of you. Your walls clenched around nothing, feeling empty. You knew that wouldn’t last for long, though.

“On the vanity,” he ordered. “Take the pants and underwear off first.”

You did as he said, quickly pulling your jeans and panties off in one motion and kicking them onto the floor. You sat yourself up on the vanity as Marshall undid his pants and pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring free. You couldn't help but gaze at it for a few moments as he pumped it a couple times, pre-cum already dripping from the tip. He ran the tip through your folds, collecting your slick. When he pushed into you, you let out a moan that he quickly muffled by kissing you.

You took every inch of him until he bottomed out inside of you. He groaned against your lips at the feeling of you stretching around him. He didn’t give much time to adjust to his size before he started to thrust into you. He found a rough, almost needy pace immediately. The vanity shook so violent underneath you that you were sure that it was going to break. Not that it mattered too much in the moment. All you could think of was how good it felt to have him side of you, abusing your g-spot again, easily dragging out another orgasm from you.

Neither of you heard the knock at the door, or the door opening, until you heard shouting behind Marshall. You opened your eyes to see Denaun looking at you both with wide eyes like a deer in headlights.

“Shit, Marshall stop!” you said.

He looked over his shoulder and hissed, “Shit.”

He pulled out of you and quickly pulled up his pants. Your jeans and underwear were still on the floor, leaving you bare. Marshall stood in front of you to hide you while you clenched your legs shut to really make sure Denaun couldn’t see anything.

“What the fuck, man?” Marshall said. “You don’t knock?”

“I did! Y’all were too busy to hear, I guess,” Denaun retorted.

“You don’t just walk in, man. Is this what you do even when I’m not in my dressing room?”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me because your horny ass forgot to lock the door!”

Luckily, he left and ended the awkward encounter. Marshall sighed and ran his hand through his hair. You sat in awkward silence, wishing you could melt into the floor and completely disappear. The rest of this tour was going to be incredibly awkward, you realized.

Marshall noticed your embarrassed state. He picked up your clothes from the floor and passed them to you. You couldn’t look at him as you took the clothes from him, still frozen from the embarrassment.

“Hey.” He placed a finger under your chin and gently coaxed your head back to look at him. “Don’t worry about it. Porter’s not going to say anything.”

You wished he would say something. Maybe other people knowing about your...situation would finally push something to actually happen between you.

The way he was looking at you just made you want to kiss him, and not just in a sexual way.

You pulled your pants back on and sighed. You knew you’d have to face Denaun eventually, but you were really debating on dropping out of the tour entirely and going MIA where Denaun, and no one from the touring crew if they ever found out, would never find you. Maybe where Marshall would never find you, too.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you exited the dressing room. You felt like all eyes were on you even though no one was even paying much attention as you and Marshall walked down the hallway towards the stage. You jumped when you felt Marshall’s hand against yours, his fingers interlacing between yours and giving you a reassuring squeeze. You didn’t dare look up at him when he did this. You weren’t sure if him holding your hand was making everything better or worse.

Denaun was already at the stage, testing his mic when you both arrived. He noticed the two of you and started to approach. You felt your stomach churning with nausea. You were so sure you were going to throw up right there in front of both men. Wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top of this embarrassing sundae?

“So,” Denaun started once he reached the two of you, “how long has this been going on between the two of you?”

You couldn’t speak. You could not will your mouth to move or words to come from it. You were completely frozen. You looked at Marshall, hoping he would take over for you. He was much cooler in this situation than you were, which you were grateful for. One of you needed to be levelheaded in this moment, and it certainly was not going to be you.

“A few days after the tour started,” Marshall responded for you.

“Days?!” Denaun asked in disbelief. “You guys have been together for months now and none of us have known about it? You haven’t been caught by paparazzi or anything even?”

“We’re not together.”

You felt your heart fall from your chest at Marshall’s choice of words. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he was saying that. You knew that you both weren’t “together”. It was purely a sexual thing, you had both agreed on that when it all started. But there was something about that constant reminder that just hurt to hear out loud.

You wanted to be with Marshall. Like actually with him. You had had a crush on him since the day you two met years ago, but you knew he didn’t feel the same way. You weren’t about to admit your feelings for him, either, and ruin your entire friendship. You’d rather live in unrequited hell than to not have him in your life at all.

Denaun looked at you both skeptically. “Oh really? Because what I witnessed in the dressing room, and the hand holding right now, says otherwise.”

You had forgotten Marshall was still holding your hand. You quickly jerked your hand out of his grasp and shoved it into your pocket. You looked down at the ground so that neither of the men saw the tears that were welling in your eyes.

“It’s not like that, man,” Marshall said. “It’s...we’re just fucking around. That’s it.”

“Really? There’s nothing else going on here? For real, man, you know I won’t say anything if there is. I know how you like your privacy.”

“There’s nothing, Porter, okay?”

Do I have to stand here and listen to this? you thought to yourself. It seems like Marshall has this situation all handled. Maybe I can just go back to the bus and skip soundcheck today.

Denaun scoffed, catching you off guard. “Well, if that’s the case, then the two of you are the stupidest motherfuckers I’ve ever met.”

You finally dared to lift your head so you could give him a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“I know you’re not asking me that question when you’re here with that sad look on your face over hearing Marshall say the two of you aren’t together,” he quipped.

You felt your face heat up, but tried not to look away again and prove his point. “I’m just embarrassed, dude. You walked in on us fucking, that’s embarrassing as fuck.”

“No, embarrassment is what’s on your face now because I called you out. Before was sadness.” He turned to Marshall to add, “And don’t think I haven’t seen how protective you are over (Y/N). You looked like you were ready to kill me the minute I walked into the room, and don’t say it’s because I caught you guys fucking because I know that angry, protective look you get. I’ve seen it plenty of times when shit has gone down with your daughters.”

You looked over at Marshall, who was giving nothing away on his face. You cursed him for having perfected this stone cold expression when you really wanted to know if what Denaun was saying was true.

“Man, we can all see the way you two look at each other,” Denaun continued. “You’re like two love sick teenagers getting in their first relationship, except you’re both just too stubborn to admit there’s feelings involved here.”

“That’s cause there’s not,” you defended. “Marshall doesn’t like me that way, and I would really appreciate if we all just forgot all of this happened and we go back to our original setups where I’m just the opening act and y’all are the main show.”

For the first time during the entire encounter, an actual look of emotion crossed Marshall’s face; hurt. He turned to look at you, his brows pulled together. “Wait...are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s best for everyone that way. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

You needed a quick escape, so you turned on your heel and quickly walked off stage again. When you were sure you were far enough out of sight, you let the tears start to fall and broke out into a run to get to the nearest bathroom. You were in the process of closing the door and locking it when someone else turned the handle.

“Occupied!” you said, your voice breaking as you tried against to force the door shut.

“It’s me.”

You almost let out a laugh at the irony of the fact that he was the last person you wanted to see right now.

“Leave me alone, Marshall,” you said. “I just need a minute then I’ll be fine.”

“No offense, (Y/N), but I don’t give a shit. Let me in or else I’ll just stand out here until you come out.”

You sighed and let go of the door, stepping back so Marshall could open it and let himself in. He closed the door and locked it, which caused you to let out a bitter laugh. “So you do know how to lock a door. That would’ve been much more beneficial earlier so that this whole situation wasn’t happening.”

“Do not take an attitude with me when I don’t even know what I fucking did wrong,” he said. “Is it because Porter walked in on us? He just said he’s not going to tell anyone, and we both know we can trust him on that.”

“God, you’re so fucking stupid sometimes,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “What does it matter to you if I wanna end this whole arrangement anyways? It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything. It was just sex. You can go outside the arena right now and find hundreds of women who are more than willing to fuck you. It doesn’t need to be me.”

“But I don’t want anyone else, I want you,” he said.

“But why?”

“Maybe because I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

His confession took you back. A tense silence hung in the air as you looked at him in disbelief. You weren’t sure if you had even heard him right.

“No you don’t,” you finally said. “Don’t say that to me.”

“Why? Because you can’t bare to hear the truth? Well, I don’t give two shits, I’m telling you anyways. Ever since the day I met you I have thought the world of you, (Y/N). I thought it was just because we had become friends so quickly and because we were such a good team together, but I came to realize it’s because I love you more than just a friend. I just didn’t know how to tell you that without scaring you off.”

“But...” you said, still trying to wrap your head around his confession, “but when we started fucking, you said it was just for sex. No feelings involved, no strings attached. You said that, Marshall, not me!”

“Because that first night after we fucked you looked like you were going to pass out!” he argued. “You looked like you had seen a fucking ghost. I thought it was because you had regretted what had happened, so I tried to save it by saying that it was just a sexual situation we were going to be in. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I looked like that because I thought that you were going to tell me that you regretted it!”

You both looked at each other for a moment before a small smile tugged at Marshall’s lips. He let out a laugh, which caused you to laugh as well.

“We’re really bad at communicating,” he concluded.

“The fucking worst, apparently.”

Once your laughter had died down you were silent again. You weren’t sure what to say, and it seemed like Marshall was trying to figure out where to go with this conversation, too. It didn’t feel as tense anymore, but there was still some unanswered questions between the two of you.

“So, what do we do now?” you asked. “What happens with this whole...situation we’re in?”

“Well, it sounds like both of us want more than just friendship and sex,” he said. “So I think where we go from here is pretty obvious.”

You couldn’t help the wide smile that broke out on your face. “I wanna hear you say it, though.”

Marshall smiled at you and took a step forward, closing the small space between you. He was so close that you could smell his familiar cologne, a scent that become so precious to you that you couldn’t bare to smell it from anyone else. You looked into his eyes, waiting to hear him say the words that you had only dreamt of hearing for so long.

“(Y/N), will you be my girlfriend?”

You couldn’t contain yourself. As a response, you threw your arms around him and kissed him. For the first time, it wasn’t just a kiss of passion or lust. It was a real kiss, something to finally signify that the one thing you had wanted for so long was finally actually happening.

The sudden reaction caused Marshall to stumble backwards and the two of you almost completely fell over. You both chuckled as you straightened up and decided to try again. Marshall cupped your face in his hands and pulled you for another kiss. Butterflies exploded in your stomach as if it were the first time you had kissed all over again.

When he pulled away, he asked, “Was that a yes?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course it was, you fucking idiot.”

He smiled and kissed you once more before you both finally managed to untangle yourself from one another. “Come on, we’re definitely very late to soundcheck.”

“Denaun is going to cream himself when we tell him what just happened.”

“Speaking of which.” Before you could walk out the door, Marshall took hold of your arm and moved very close to whisper in your ear, “We have some unfinished business that was interrupted earlier. You better be in my hotel room after soundcheck with no clothes on.”

You felt the heat between your legs reignite as Marshall walked on, pretending like he hadn’t just made you significantly teased for the rest of this soundcheck.

[alittlelela-blog]

My love, Matthias… and the godddamn puppet (Matthias x afab!reader) pt.2

Warnings: NSFW, sexual innuendos, blowjobs, cum swallowing

"O-Okay.. let's make love." He replied with a small smile. He didn't have to ask you to be gentle or slow, you already did that with him on a regular basis. You slowly pulled your head back to look into his eyes. You leaned forward to gently kiss his lips.

Slowly you grabbed both of his hands and guided them underneath your shirt. Matthias felt his heart race at the excitement. He’s been wanting to touch you so bad. He took back control of his own hands and slowly trailed his hands up your abdomen.

"Is it alright if I touch your breasts?" Matthias asked softly. He looked into your eyes to ensure he would know your answer.

"Yes, go ahead." You allowed with a small smirk. Matthias' gaze lowered back down to your breasts. He slowly lifted his hands up until he felt his fingertips brush against the underside of your bra. You reached down and pulled your shirt over your head and threw it to the ground.

As Matthias slowly raised his hands up and underneath your bra, you unhooked it from the back. You let it slide off your body and hit the floor. Matthias softly squeezed your breasts as he laid eyes on them for the first time. His mouth was wide open in awe. He would be lying if he said the sight alone wasn't enough to make him fully hard.

"They're so gorgeous..." Matthias whispered just loud enough for you to hear. He squeezed them in his hands then began to gently fondle them as he leaned his head in. "C-Can I please suck on them?" He asked almost desperately. He looked up into your eyes as he awaited your response.

"Yes, dear. Go on." You reassured with a small smile. Matthias waisted no time and immediately attached his mouth to one of your nipples. He started by sucking gently and fondling your other breast in his hand. Soft moans left your mouth from the pleasurable sensations coursing through you.

Your sounds of pleasure let him know how good of a job he was doing. He kept at the same menstruations for a moment. Matthias began to suck harder and even pinched your nipple in his hand. A small squeak escaped your mouth as a jolt of pleasure shot through your abdomen and straight to your core. Matthias took a mental note of your reaction and kept at it. Soon enough, you were moaning almost every second.

"Matthias.." You began while looking down at him. He pulled away from your nipple and looked into your eyes. You looked into his eyes for a moment then realized he was obviously hard in his pants. Your eyes drifted down to his pants and widened slightly at the sight. "You're hard, aren't you?" You questioned with a small chuckle. Matthias blushed madly and stood up straight.

"M-Maybe.." He stuttered shyly. This was all quite new to him. He has touched himself, yes, but he has never had someone else touch him there. The idea of having you touch him somewhere so vulnerable caused him to get a little more excited.

You gently grabbed his hips and pulled his body flush against yours again. His hard cock strained through his pants and poked at your lower stomach.

"You need me to take care of that?" You questioned in a seductive tone. You then slowly started to get down on your knees. It took Matthias a second to realize what you were implying until you were fully on your knees.

"O-Oh! Are you sure you want to suck me off? You don't have to.." Matthias defended as he raised his hands in front of himself. His words died as he saw the look in your eyes. It was as if he was mesmerized by you. The angle was strikingly arousing to him. You heard him whine softly at the sight. "Oh my.. you look really gorgeous right now.." Matthias managed to say with a deep blush on his face. You chuckled seductively and smiled.

"Permission to touch you?" You asked with a big smile while looking up into his eyes. Matthias nodded his head vigorously.

"Please.." He replied in almost a whimper. You then leaned forward to gently kiss at his bulge through his pants. You kept your eyes on his as you teased him. Matthias moaned softly at the contact. He was begging for any kind of attention down there that it felt like heaven already.

You gently began to unbutton his pants while staring seductively into your eyes. You then unzipped his pants and slowly pulled them down to his ankles. You grabbed the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled it down. Immediately Matthias' hard cock sprung out in your face. He couldn't help but moan softly not only at the sight but the feeling of his cock being free. He was average and his cock was already leaking precum. He felt a little embarrassed at first, but it soon went away as he saw how intrigued you were.

You leaned forward and gently pressed kisses to his cock head. Matthias moaned softly. You could feel his cock twitch at the kiss. More precum began to pour out from his tip. You instantly licked at it while looking seductively into his eyes. Matthias whined.

"Please... I'm getting really needy.." He begged with a deep blush on his face. You chuckled and swallowed the bit of precum you licked up.

"Really? In front of your puppet?" You questioned with a smirk. I tilted my head to the side as I looked into your eyes seductively. Matthias blushed madly at your comment.

"W-Well.." He started as he looked to the side where he last saw Louis. As he turned to look, he noticed Louis wasn't there. "Oh." You then turned your head where you figured he was as well. The chair stayed empty, meaning he had left the room at some point. Matthias then frantically looked around to see if Louis was still in the room.

"See? He left, didn't he? My assumption was correct." You smiled wide as you looked up at him. Matthias looked back down at you and instantly became more aroused that he realized you were alone together for the first time.

"Please make me cum.. now." He pleaded as his heart rate quickened. Since he was alone with you, now he could do what he wanted without worrying about being watched.

"Say less my puppeteer." You said seductively. You then immediately took his tip into your mouth and gently sucked. You lapped your tongue back and forth against his slit as you began to bob your head.

Matthias let out small whimpers and moans as you sucked his tip. Your tongue was so soft and wet it drove him crazy. He wasn't sure where to put his hands so he held them up to his chest. It was quite adorable.

You then slowly raised your hands up to tug on his arms. He let you guide his hands to your hair. You could tell from the look on his face that he was unsure. You then took more of his cock into your mouth and bobbed your head back and forth while maintaining eye contact with him. Simultaneously, you held his hands in yours and moved his hands around in your hair in a gentle and sensual manner. Matthias began to moan louder and even threw his head back in pleasure for a moment. Your mouth was like heaven. It was a warm blanket surrounding his cock that touched every nerve inside it with no fail. It made him weak in the knees, but he desperately kept himself standing.

"So good.. your mouth feels so good.." He moaned out. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you no matter how hard he tried. The sight was incredibly arousing. You chuckled around his cock in response to his words and let his hands go. Matthias felt the vibrations of your chuckle course through his body and moaned out a little louder. "Oh god! Oh my.. I-I feel like I'm going to explode.." He stuttered. You took that as a sign to go faster, so you did. You bobbed your head back and forth on his cock faster and even sucked harder. Matthias let out continual moans and whimpers as he neared closer and closer to his release. He gently caressed your scalp as you sucked, just like you had shown him.

"O-Oh I-I'm gonna-" Matthias tried to warn. He, horribly, tried to pull you off of him, but you stayed put. Before you knew it, he was cumming into your mouth with a loud and cute cry. Ropes and ropes of his white cum splattered into your mouth. You pulled back just enough to where only his tip was in your mouth. You swallowed every drop and even moaned at the taste regardless of how salty it was to you.

Matthias panted for breath as he slowly came back from his high. You pulled away from his cock and left a small trail of your spit on his tip. You wiped your mouth as you looked up at him. What a sight for Matthias.. he almost got hard again.

"Did you enjoy that?" You questioned with a small smile. You then slowly got up from the ground and stood up. Matthias watched you as you stood up.

"E-Enjoy?.. I loved it.." He admitted as he gently held your hand in his. He looked lovingly into your eyes as he held your hands. You chuckled happily upon seeing how much he enjoyed it. "I-It felt so good. I felt like I was in heaven." He explained further. He took a small step forward as he was quite excited to tell you how amazing he felt. You smiled happily and gently caressed his cheek.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it my dear~ I always want you to feel good." You explain in a tender tone. You lovingly stared into his eyes as you pulled him closer to you. He stepped forward again and gently hugged you. "Love you, Matthias." You spoke softly to him. He felt his heart flutter at your words despite the nasty things your mouth just did to his cock.

"I love you too.." He spoke back as he gently hugged you tighter. He cutely rubbed his head against yours in an adorable manner.

You stayed in each other's arms for a moment until you heard the same gagging noise from before. You looked over to the doorway and saw the horrifying face of Louis in the shadows. You yelped in surprise and pulled back from Matthias as you stepped back in fear. He was confused and hurriedly tried to calm you down. He was unsure if it was something he did or not.

"Matthias! Your damn puppet is trying to scare the shit out of me!" You accused as you slowly tried to calm down your racing heart. Matthias slowly placed his hand on your shoulder to reassure you.

"What? What happened?" He questioned confused. He turned over to the doorway to find no one or anything there. Matthias raised an eyebrow in confusion. He wouldn't doubt his puppet would do that, but he was gone in his vision.

"Your puppet was staring at me in the doorway! I swear!" You accuse further as you point to the doorway. You started to giggle from how funny it actually was. Matthias' worry soon lifted and he started to giggle as well.

"He does that." He says with a chuckle. "It's okay. He won't touch you." Matthias tried to reassure as he gently wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I know." You replied through chuckles. "He just surprised me. He always manages to look creepy when he scares me!" You whined further. You pointed over to the doorway where he was as you spoke. You looked over and saw he was sitting on the chair again. "Fuck you." You flipped your middle finger at him.

Matthias couldn't help but laugh at your reactions. At a time he was terrified of the puppet constantly finding him, but now he was like a pet cat following him around all the time. From this moment, Matthias was happy to know his puppet would allow him some alone time with you. It was the least he could ask for.

[bucksangel]

In a Week | sb!au Finale

Pairing: Ceo!Bucky Barnes x Personal Assistant!Reader

Word Count: 7.8k

Summary: Tough decisions need to be made, and distancing yourself from Bucky seems to be the best thing to do. That doesn’t last long, however, because your love for Bucky - and his for you - can never keep you apart for long.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, soft love-making, Bucky's an idiot but it'll be okay, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, jackie gets bitch slapped, confessions of love

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a/n: so this is the last part of my Beneath The Milky Twilight series (sugarbaby!au)!! this has been extremely fun to write and I might write a few drabbles for this depending on if y'all want that! pls enjoy :)

Soft, pillowy lips glide across your skin, from your lips down to your neck where they bite down ever so gently. The lips inhale, sucking on the skin for a mere two seconds before releasing, a tongue peeking out to run over the mark to soothe the sting.

Hands, large and warm hold yours, fingers entwined and your arms pinned above your head as the kisses get deeper, the comforting pressure keeping you pinned to whatever you’re laying on. It feels like an endless existence of clouds wrapping around your body.

Wait - no. Bodies.

The weight above you begins to materialize, warm, golden pale skin with divots of defined muscle is all you can see. Wisps of deep brown hair tickle your neck and chin, and there’s a head buried in the crook of your neck, lips continuing their wandering until a hushed ‘i love you’ floats through the air, the hot breath hitting your skin sends shivers down your spine.

As things get more apparent, you recognize that you’re swaying, the hips pressed against yours move in slow, sensual grinds. A feeling of fullness develops deep in your stomach, overwhelming pleasure grows within you, and another whispered ‘i love you’ sends you higher into the clouds. The only thing keeping you tethered to any sort of reality is the person currently taking up space in your body, in your soul.

The head moves from your neck, but not before kissing your jaw one last time. Then, he comes into view.

Bucky. 

He looms over you, soft pants of warm breath hitting your skin, and that’s when you realize you’re nearly out of breath too, whines and whimpers escaping your lips as his hips thrust deeper and deeper, embedding themselves into your soul. His face is tight, a furrow on his brow and lips parted as he stares down into your eyes with what can only be described as desperation. Sorrowful desperation.

Hips thrust against yours at an increasingly fast and powerful pace, and the hands holding yours are clenched tight as more moans - nearly cries - fill the space. The pleasure in your core winds higher and higher, tighter and tighter before one final thrust sends you into ecstasy.

And right before you’re plunged into the abyss, Bucky’s heartbroken voice forces its way through.

‘I love you. And nothing will ever change that.’

With a breathy gasp, your eyes shoot open, soft pants leaving your lips while your heart tries desperately to calm down. Your hands are gripping the sheets below you, and for a moment you’re angry. Angry at yourself both for waking up and ruining the dream, and angry for dreaming about him in the first place. You’ve been trying so hard to sort out your thoughts, talk yourself through the heartbreak to come to rational reasoning after Bucky’s confession. But it’s four days in and you’ve dreamt about him every night since the confrontation, though, granted, most of your dreams and thoughts were centered around his betrayal. Now, though, you really can’t escape the inevitable.

Bucky loves you. You love Bucky.

And if talking to him on Monday showed you anything, it was his remorse. How sorry and defeated he looked, he was in physical pain admitting to what he did. And that alone breaks your heart because you can understand where he’s coming from. As much as you hate to admit it, deep down you know he was only trying to protect you.

After only a little less than a year you’d like to think you can read him pretty well, and while you’re not excusing his actions, this last year has proven to you that he does care, that he does love you. This whole time you’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to happen to ruin your relationship with him. And, you’ll admit, you were so focused on that to realize that you do deserve happiness. You couldn’t see that Bucky was so invested in your happiness to realize that he was different, he wasn’t going to leave you because you are the one that has his heart.

It’s scary, terrifying really, trusting someone with a part of you that has the potential to be broken only to hope and pray that they don’t. You’ve always had a hard time doing that, trusting anyone other than your brothers, and even now, knowing that the man you’re in love with is also in love with you scares you even more, makes you want to curl in on yourself.

But, seemingly at the perfect time, Ezekiel’s words ring through your ear; “If you love him, then fight for him. Fight for yourself.”

So, you’re going to.

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Monday morning comes faster than you’d hoped, you’ve been so focused on what you were going to say that the week passed in the blink of an eye, especially since you hadn’t been at work since that day.

But now you’re here, sitting in your office with files scattered over your table and your laptop on with at least seven tabs open as you fight to catch up with the work you missed out on last week. Part of you is admonishing yourself for taking the week off, one day's workload is barely enough to handle, let alone an entire week's worth. It’s only eleven in the morning and you can already feel a headache coming on. The three cups of coffee you’ve had so far are definitely not helping, nor is the fact that you’ve only had a salad and a protein bar.

Quite frankly, you’re tired of everything. The lack of sleep and proper self-care has taken its toll, and you’re about ready to go off on someone if they hand you one more file that ‘needs to be completed today’ even though the earliest deadline for any of these contracts is next Tuesday. 

But none of that compares to the fact that you’ve barely spoken to Bucky all morning. In fact, you technically haven’t even spoken to him, merely nodding to him in greeting when he arrived at the office. That doesn’t mean that you haven’t looked, though. You’ve sent many glances his way, studying his slumped-over demeanor and fake smile as various employees try to talk to him. And knowing him, he’s probably not listening, those dull eyes give way to an empty mind.

And it hurts to see him so down and defeated. His smile - his genuine smile - always brought you comfort and peace, but this smile? This brings a sourness to your soul. Despite knowing that he’s facing the consequences of his actions, there’s something deep in your heart that wants to give him another chance, to let him redeem himself and give you the love that you deserve.

It’s all too confusing. You’re just fucking tired.

Deciding to get rid of the headache, you stand, grab your purse and phone and head out of your office. With a glance behind you, you manage to catch Bucky’s gaze, his eyes burning holes into yours as though a silent conversation is passing from his mind to yours. But before you can decipher the look in his eyes you turn and walk down the hall toward the elevator, pulling out your phone to look up the nearest cafe.

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Surprisingly - or unsurprisingly according to some (most) people - lunch actually helped. Good food and water helped fill your stomach, clear your head, and calm your racing mind. The chill and crisp spring air helped cool your skin for the walk to and from the cafe.

But, lost in thought of the prepared speech you’re going to give your boss, you don’t realize the woman walking towards you in the parking garage. Nor do you recognize her speaking. But that changes the moment she steps into your peripheral, her heels clacking annoyingly on the concrete as she stops in front of you.

And, as much as you hate to admit it, you’re happy to see the woman - Jackie - because you’re finally ready to give her a piece of your mind. Her hands rest on her hips, one hip cocked to the side as she stares at you with malice and disgust, though you’re pretty sure you’re giving her the same look. And the moment she opens her mouth to speak, you cut her off with a smirk.

“Listen, Jackie. I don’t know what I did to deserve your treatment, I don’t know what happened in school that made you hate me so much. But, at this point, I don’t really care anymore. You’ve made me feel worthless, unloveable, and a nuisance for years and I didn’t deserve that. I still don’t deserve it. It took me a long time but I’ve finally realized that I am loveable, that it’s possible for someone to love me and not be swept away by some immature little child that would rather be petty than actually communicate like a fucking adult.”

“Excuse me?” She yells, her eyes going wide in surprise at your tone and your newly-found confidence, always expecting you to stay quiet and push yourself to the side to “let” her have the spotlight.

Not anymore.

“You heard what I said, Jackie. You’ve made me miserable for no reason and I’m putting an end to it, now. You’re going to leave Bucky alone, he’s made it clear to you and to me that he’s not interested and yet you still thought you had a chance. I was foolish enough to think that was true, but it’s not. He loves me, not you.”

Everything is silent for a moment, your confident demeanor never wavering even when faced with Jackie’s petulant and offended attitude. You can see the cogs turning in her brain, her eyes shifting from you to literally anything else as she sighs and slumps forward.

“Listen, it’s jus-”

“No.” You cut her off again, a sharp edge to your words as you try and calm your racing heart. “I don’t want your apologies, I don’t want your excuses, and I most certainly don’t want to see or hear from you ever again. It doesn’t matter what made you decide to act this way, but I’m not entertaining it any longer.”

With a final huff, you push past her, not so subtly knocking your shoulder into hers. And for a moment you think it’s finished, that this is the end of whatever bullshit these past few weeks have put you through. But then Jackie decides to grab your arm. Hard.

She yanks you back and turns you around, nearly causing you to stumble in your heels. In your shock, you’re barely able to steady yourself before your body acts on its own accord. Your right arm raises and swings down, and a loud smack! sounds through the air as Jackie stumbles back.

Your arm is released from her grasp, and for a moment you stand there staring down at your stinging hand, surprised at yourself for the outburst and the fact that you’ve never hit anyone in your life. And honestly? It might be crazy of you but it felt good. But then a loud ‘hey!’ echoes through the parking garage. Turning, you’re met with your boss running towards you with a wild look in his eyes.

“What’s going on?” He huffs, stopping next to you and turning to face you directly. Instinctually, his hand reaches for your arm, ready to soothe the sting her grip created. And for a moment you allow this behavior, too caught up in the whirlwind of events and your racing mind to truly process everything.

“Mr. Barnes, she was -”

“No!” Bucky cuts Jackie off angrily, turning his head ever so slightly to look at her as she fumbles her way to her feet. “I told you not to come here ever again, nothing you can do or say is going to change how I feel, and you need to respect that before I call security to escort you out of here.”

Jackie’s eyes widen in surprise, her face contorted in confusion and disbelief. She starts stuttering her way through a reply but both you and Bucky seem to have the same idea when you turn to walk away—leaving Jackie to stand in the middle of the garage, stupified.

The ride back up to your floor is tense and quiet, standing next to Bucky in the elevator and taking note of the way his fists clench and his jaw ticks, the metal of his arm clicking and whirring - something you know happens when he’s distressed.

And you want to help him, to soothe whatever is plaguing him and make the frustration go away. You don’t, though. Simply, you stare forward, hands folded in front of you as you force yourself to block everything out, to just be and escape from the hecticness of the last few minutes.

Peace doesn’t last long though. Soon you’ve arrived at your floor, and you’re the first to step out of the elevator, albeit timidly. For a moment you’re not sure what to say or what to do. Do you follow Bucky to his office now to explain yourself or do you wait it out, hoping he won’t be as angry with you after he’s had time to calm down?

Bucky decides that for you, walking up next to you, he places his hand on your back, urging you forward. “Come with me,” he mutters, guiding you to his office.

You follow him, fingers fiddling with each other as you walk in and he shuts the door. Everything is quiet which makes the click of the lock echo ominously through the room. You can feel Bucky’s presence behind you, and he then comes into your peripheral before stopping in front of you to lean against his desk.

No one speaks for a long moment, Bucky looking you over while you keep your gaze on the ground by his feet. Then, he sighs, dropping his arms to his side.

“What’s going on?” His voice is soft and concerned, and when you glance up at him you see his eyes, sparkling with an emotion you can’t quite place.

“She was -”

“Not that.” His voice is firm but doesn’t stray from his somber tone. “I saw everything that happened. I’m not mad about that, okay? You stood up for yourself, as you rightfully should have.”

You hold his stare as he pauses, thinking over his words before continuing.

“You haven’t spoken to me since you came in this morning. I understand why you haven’t over the last week, I respect that you need your space. But I-” again, he pauses. “I just want to know what you’re thinking. Even if you don’t want to ever see me again, even if you want to quit and find a new job, I'll respect that. I’ll hate it but I’ll respect whatever you think is best for you. I just need to be put out of my misery, darling. I need to know whether I’ll ever have another chance to prove my love for you.”

Your heart is hurting now, breaking into pieces while simultaneously mending itself back together. Now it’s clear to you, what you said in the garage is true - Bucky loves you. He chose you and kept choosing you even when it seemed like he didn’t. So, making up your mind, you take a deep breath.

“These last months have been amazing, truly. It’s been wild and fun and exciting, and everything I never knew I needed. You showed me love when I thought I didn’t deserve it, you’ve made me happier in ways I never knew I could be. But with all of this going on, it’s been a wake-up call. We can’t carry on with our… arrangement anymore. And I probably should look for a new job.”

Now it’s your turn to pause. Your mind was racing and your heart was thumping so fast it would seem like you were running a marathon. Bucky’s shoulders slump forward, his head hanging as he nods, a sniffle echoing through your mind.

“But that’s because I want more. I… I want us to be together. For real. I want our dates to truly be dates, not ones under the guise of a relationship based on money and arm candy for public appearances.”

Stepping forward, you reach one of your hands out to hold one of Bucky’s while your other hand comes up to lift his head so you can cup his cheek.

“I love you, Bucky. I think I’ve always loved you, I was just too scared to admit it. But I'm saying it now: I. Love. You. You’re one of the most wonderful men I’ve ever met, and I’d be honored to love you openly, the way I’ve been dying to.”

“Really?” He sounds astounded, almost like he wasn’t expecting to hear this confession. The hope filling his eyes translates to the wide smile forming on his face, the hand clutched in yours squeezing tightly as his free arm wraps around your waist timidly. Only when you smile and nod does he tighten his hold on you, pulling your body closer to his and lifting your entwined hands to press kisses on the back of yours.

“Really.”

Both of you stay like that for a moment, simply soaking in the other person’s presence and basking in the glow of love. That is until Bucky’s eyes drop down to your lips, his tongue peeking out of his mouth to lick at his bottom lip. You do the same, glancing quickly down at his plush, pillow-soft lips before curling your own into a soft smile.

“Don’t you dare,” You tease, humor lacing into your tone while placing your forefinger against his lips, effectively stopping their descent onto yours. “I don’t kiss until after the first date.”

Bucky smiles fondly, pressing a kiss to your finger while nodding.

“Well, It’s going to be very difficult to stay away from your lips until this Saturday, but that’s when our date will be. I’m going to wine and dine you. I’m going to show you all the love and adoration I have for you.”

Humming, you bring your hands up to your face to kiss his knuckles.

“And I don’t doubt that you will.”

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“Ez stop!” Robbie shouts, his voice carrying through the entire apartment as you see a pillow flying through the air only to be caught by Ezekiel.

“Boys!” Everyone stops, Ezekiel, holding the pillow in the air, mid-throw. Robbie is ducked down behind the couch, and your other brother, Lucas, is sitting at the kitchen island, eating his cereal with headphones in, presumably trying to drown out the chaos your brothers are causing. He’s always been the more quiet one.

“What’s going on?” Standing at the doorway to the living room with your hands crossed over your chest and hip cocked to one side, you sigh deeply, silently begging whatever God is out there to give you just one day of peace.

Your wishes are never answered.

“He broke -”

“I was trying -”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Everyone stills, your two brothers glancing at each other in panic before remembering what today is. It’s your date with Bucky.

Robbie and Ezekiel jump to their feet, rushing over to the door to fling it open while you yell after them to “be nice!”

Walking through the living room, you pick up the pillows and blankets scattered around the room, carefully avoiding a broken vase. And luckily the layout of your apartment allows you a clear view of the front door from your position next to the couch.

“So, Bucky,” Robbie says in a mildly condescending tone, crossing his arms over his chest. “What are your intentions with our sister?”

“Yeah!” Ez pops up, placing an arm on the doorway, blocking the entryway. “We know what you did to her, entertaining floozies and all that. How do we know we can trust you to treat her right this time?”

“I-”

“Guys, stop!” Lucas appears from behind them, looking very frustrated while you stand behind him, an amused smile on your lips.

“Stop interrogating him.” Ever the sweet one, he walks up to them, grabbing both Robbie’s and Ezekiel’s arms to pull them back. “I don’t really care about what he did, he apologized and she accepted it. And if he hurts her again we’ll just maim him, right?”

“Boys!”

“No, it’s fine, darling,” Bucky chuckles, glancing up at you and winking before turning his attention back to the boys.

“I was a selfish idiot, I know that, and I admit that. I held secrets from her and even though I didn’t know, it hurt her. I regret it, I always will. But I love her, genuinely. And I know it may take some time to gain your trust but I’m willing to do whatever it takes for both you guys and your sister to believe me when I say that she’s the only woman I want, now and forever.”

Everyone goes silent for a moment, tears stinging your eyes at how sincere he is, and how willing he is to admit to his faults to the boys who he knows would actually maim him if he were to hurt you again. It’s sweet.

Finally, Robbie hums, your brothers sharing a look between them before nodding begrudgingly and moving away from the door, giving Bucky an unobstructed view of you. His eyes go wide, eyebrows raising as he takes in your outfit - your nicest pair of jeans matched with a soft sweater he had bought you months ago, and his eyes catch the shimmer of a necklace, one he bought you six months into your arrangement. His smile is so wide you’d think it would hurt to be as happy as Bucky seems to be.

“Wow, darling.” His voice is soft but just loud enough for you to hear. Your face flushes, heat filling your cheeks and neck as you nearly crumble under his gaze.

But your moment is ruined by Lucas fake-gagging, all three of your brothers moving down the hallway back to the living room as they remind you to call us if anything happens, let us know where you’re going so we know where your last location is if you go missing, use protection.

Laughing, you nod along to what they’re saying, knowing full well that they wouldn’t let you leave until you agree to their stipulations. Grabbing your purse, you walk to the front door, reaching for Bucky’s hand as you walk out of the apartment.

But, before you forget, you shout “clean up the glass!” over your shoulder only for the door to shut almost immediately after. Then, you’re standing in the hallway outside your apartment, staring at each other for what should feel like too long, but seems, to you, not long enough. Bucky brings his hand up to cup the back of your neck so he can pull you into him. He places his lips against your forehead in a loving kiss, and he keeps them there as he mumbles “you look beautiful, darling.”

Giggling, you wrap your arms around his waist and lean against his firm body, trusting him not to let you fall.

“So do you, Mister Barnes.”

Bucky brings up one hand to poke your side, causing you to squeal and giggle harder, to which he laughs too.

“Don’t test me, darling. We have places to be.” He moves his lips off of your forehead, allowing you to move your head and look up at the man with a twinkle of humor in your eyes.

“Fine.” You sigh, unwrapping your arms from his waist and stepping back, but not before grabbing one of Bucky’s hands so you can pull him with you. “Time to wine and dine me.”

____________

As it turns out, Bucky’s version of ‘wining and dining’ includes driving into Manhattan to visit a museum. As it turns out, it was The Museum of Modern Art. Bucky is taking you to the one place you’ve always dreamed of going to but never had the time or money to. Viewing beautiful and carefully-crafted artwork has always filled you with awe, and now you’re going to, almost inarguably, the most influential museum in the modern art world.

And, almost unsurprisingly, the entire museum has been rented out for just the two of you, the only occupants are you and Bucky, the tour guides, and security guards. The quiet and calm aura adds to the peaceful moment with Bucky’s arm wrapped around your waist and resting on your hip as you hang onto every word the guide has to say about each piece. And not only is the artwork beautiful, but the architecture and structure of the building are also alluring all on their own.

The tour only takes a few hours, and the guides let you stay and admire each exhibit as long as you wanted thanks to Bucky paying for the museum to be empty for at least five hours - he wanted to make sure you had plenty of time to see everything.

And after the museum, you had assumed the date would be over soon - much to your dismay. But Bucky had other ideas, having apparently planned an all-day event. Because now you’re in the heart of Brooklyn, parked out front of a small, hole-in-the-wall type diner while Bucky’s hand had never left your thigh since you left the museum.

“Now,” Bucky says, unbuckling his seatbelt so he can turn to look at you. “They’re going to be a little overbearing, but they mean well. And I’ll make sure they don’t get too out of hand, so you don’t need to worry about anything.”

Confusion passes over your face. They?

“What are you talking about, Bucky?”

He chuckles and squeezes your thigh before leaning over the console to press a soft kiss to your cheek. Then, without warning, he opens the door and hops out of the car, quickly rounding it so he can open your door and help you out.

“You’ll see, darling.”

And oh boy do you understand why he had to warn you. The moment the both of you stepped into the building an older man behind the counter shouts “Little Jamie!” in a heavy accent - you cannot place where though, maybe eastern European? - enthusiastically. You’re caught off guard by the boom of his voice, but even more, intrigued at the nickname. Little Jamie? You’re not sure where that came from, but you’re filing it away to tease him for it later.

“Sergio, stop.” Bucky groans, though he still guides you to the counter as the man - Sergio, apparently - walks around to gather Bucky in his arms, mumbling something in his ear in a language you don’t quite understand. But Bucky just smiles wide and pats Sergio’s back, pulling away and looking at you.

“Sergio, this is -”

“Your darling!” His voice booms once more as he steps forward to wrap you in a hug as well.

Letting out a surprised ‘oof!’, you glance to your right to look at Bucky with a confused but amused expression as you hug the man back. When he pulls away, he grabs both of your hands, placing overexaggerated kisses on the backs of them.

“We have heard such lovely things about you, darling! Little Jamie will never stop talking about how wonderful and beautiful you are, but he understated just how much.”

Sergio’s eyes twinkle with amusement as he steps back, Bucky “punching” his arm in faux annoyance.

“Will you stop trying to steal my girl?”

Both men laugh, and your body fills with warmth at how welcoming and charming this man is to you, acting as though he knows you and already sees you as his family. A wide smile crosses your face, leaning into Bucky’s side when he wraps an arm around your waist.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Sergio. How do you know Bucky?”

At that, Sergio’s eyes light up, proceeding to ramble about how their families have been friends for decades back before even Bucky was born. Apparently, Sergio is his godfather, and he’d just started to veer into a particularly embarrassing story of the time ‘little Jamie’ was ten and fell flat on his face in front of a girl he liked when a short - but no less energetic - older woman comes rushing out from what you assume to be the kitchen.

Her arms are open wide, and Bucky has barely any time to turn his body before the woman grabs him by his bicep and yanks him into her arms. Bucky grunts in surprise, wrapping his arms around the woman and squeezing her back just as tight with a laugh.

Words start pouring out of her mouth, all in the same foreign language and eastern European accent with the widest grin on her face, her hands coming up to cup Bucky’s cheeks and squish them.

Finally, when the woman’s excitement calms down, she turns to you, her enthusiasm growing.

“Dragă!” She cheers, rushing to you to pull you into a hug as well. “I’m Ana, Jamie’s godmother.”

“Hi, Ana.” The smile is evident in your voice, the turn of events being a complete 180° from just an hour ago. Though this is no less exciting.

“Come!” Ana grabs both of your wrists and leads you to a booth by the window, calling out to Sergio behind her to start making something called a Ciorbă de burtă for ‘the young lovers.’

Once again, Bucky groans, mumbling something that causes Ana to turn her glare to him and push him into one of the booths indignantly. “Stop it, young man,” She scolds him, wagging a finger at him before leading you into the other booth with a loving smile.

Then, she scurries off to the back, walking as fast as her short legs can carry her.

“I’m sorry, darling. I know they’re a lot.” Bucky’s tone is comforting, and though you are a tad overwhelmed, the pure joy on his face when he saw his family makes all of your nerves worth it. The light shining in Bucky’s eyes as he reaches over to take one of your hands in his is one of the most beautiful sights you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“It’s more than okay, little Jamie.”

Immediately, Bucky groans again, his eyes rolling playfully in faux annoyance.

“Please don’t, just forget you ever heard that.”

You laugh, hand squeezing his as you shake your head in disagreement. “I will not be forgetting that. I’ll be teasing you about it until we’re old and gray.”

Both of you pause, your eyes going slightly wide as you realize what you just said and what it implies. And you’re about to speak up, to assure him that it didn’t mean anything - even though it definitely did. But Bucky beats you to the punch.

“Well, then it’s only fair that I never let you live down the time you laughed so hard at one of my horrible jokes that the water you were drinking shot out of your nose.”

And you can’t really blame him for bringing that up, after all, it was quite funny. Both of you go quiet, though it’s a peaceful silence. Both of you simply gaze into each other’s eyes, getting lost in the love you share.

But it’s interrupted sometime later by Ana returning from the back carrying a tray with two plates and some drinks, a book tucked under her arm. Once she gets to your table, she sets down the plates and drinks and then - very lovingly - scootches you further into the booth so she can sit down next to you.

“Now, dragă, if you’re going to be with my Jamie then it is only right I show you these.” And before Bucky can object, Ana shoots him a stern look, effectively shutting down anything he was about to say. “Eat, Jamie, this is between me and her.”

Hours later, after Ana has shown you every baby photo and told you of all of the trouble he and his friends used to get into, Bucky finally manages to convince Ana and Sergio that you two needed to leave. You don’t leave without several more hugs, however. And both Ana and Sergio kiss your cheek and give you wide smiles as you follow Bucky out of the restaurant.

“So, Jamie, where to next?” Your giggle carries through the evening air, the humorous night coupled with the several glasses of wine Ana insisted you drink finally catching up to you.

Bucky sighs a little dejectedly, helping you towards his SUV and opening the door so he can help you inside. Once you’re sat in your seat facing him, he places his hands on your thighs, rubbing his thumbs in circles over your skin.

“Well, this was all I really had planned, but…” He trails off, looking down quickly before looking back up into your eyes. “I really don’t want tonight to end.”

You sigh thankfully, your smile never faltering as you bring your hands up to run them along Bucky’s forearms.

“Thank god, I don’t want it to end either.”

Bucky hums, eyes squinting playfully. “Well, what do you think about coming back to my house? We can drink some wine, watch some movies, maybe cuddle?” The cheeky grin that crosses his face at his last suggestion makes you roll your eyes, a laugh escaping your lips.

“Okay, Bucky, but no funny business.” You point your finger at him, raising your eyebrow as he chuckles and nods.

“No funny business.” He confirms, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to your forehead before stepping back away from you fully.

____________

As it turns out, the whole ‘no funny business’ rule was thrown out at the second glass of wine Bucky had poured you. Both of you were tipsy, giggling at the stupidity of the supposed spy fumbling his way through getting information on the screen in front of you. Bucky’s arms were wrapped around you completely, your back pressed against his chest and legs stretched out in front of you on the ridiculously comfortable couch.

One of Bucky’s hands is resting on your hip, the other on your stomach that inches lower and lower throughout the evening. At one point in the movie, it turns sensual, the main spy character and the enemy who he’s been chasing the entire movie colliding together in a heap of fiery passion, tearing clothes from each other’s bodies as they become entangled in one another.

At this, Bucky’s hand dips under your shirt, his warm fingers causing a spark of electricity to shoot up your spine and a gasp to escape your lips. His hand runs along your stomach, traveling down to your pelvic bone and then moving upward to rest just below your breasts, his fingers so evidently itching to take hold of one.

“So,” Bucky murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as his hot breath hits your neck. “Do you think I could have that kiss now?”

A shiver runs down your spine, and you have to consciously force yourself to not whine. Taking a deep breath, you turn your head to look at Bucky through your eyelashes, a playful pout on your lips.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, trying to stifle a giggle. “Do you think you’ve earned it?”

A low growl rumbles through his chest, one you can feel from how you’re pressed against him. Now, your panties have been slowly growing damp throughout the night, and the alcohol mixed with the heated looks thrown your way have gotten to you more than you want to admit. But now it seems you can’t escape it, the dampness turning into nearly a puddle with every centimeter closer he gets to your breasts.

“I think I’ve earned it, and judging by the way your heart is beating so fast I think you agree.” His teeth nip at your ear, waiting patiently for the whimper you let out along with a short nod before delicately placing kisses along your neck.

“You gonna let me love on you?” He mumbles the question into your neck, gently biting down on the skin before releasing it and running his tongue over the area to soothe the sting.

“Y-yes.” You’re already out of breath. It’s been weeks since you’ve had any sort of intimacy, and, quite frankly, you’re desperate. “Yes, please Bucky.”

That’s all he needs to hear, the hand on your hip coming up to turn your head upward so Bucky can press his lips against yours, his other hand cupping your right breast through your bra and massaging the area.

The gasp that spills from your lips allows Bucky the access to poke his tongue out and dip into your mouth, teasing your lips before plunging in. Meanwhile, while you’re distracted, the hand over your bra pulls the cup down, now palming your breast and teasing your nipple with his fingers. This time you let out a whine, your mouth opening further as you melt into Bucky’s body and allow him the room to pleasure you as he sees fit.

“Darling…” Bucky mumbles into your mouth, giving you one final kiss before leaning back and chuckling when you subconsciously chase his lips with yours. The hand previously holding your face travels down your body, and your legs immediately part so Bucky can cup your crotch through your jeans.

“Buck-”

Smack!

It takes a moment before you connect the sting to the noise, your eyes widening and shooting down your body to see Bucky’s hand rubbing the inside of your thigh where he landed the blow. And despite letting out a surprised squeak, the pleasureful pain causes you to shiver.

“No,” Bucky grunts into your neck, his hand moving closer to the waistband of your jeans while his other hand pushes your shirt up to your chest and pulls down the other cup to free your other breast.

“That’s not my name, darling.”

The moan you let out is involuntary, as is the frantic nodding of your head. Arching your back, you push your chest into his hand and grasp the hand fiddling with your jeans to press him closer to your core.

“S-sir, please.”

Bucky groans, hands moving with purpose as he maneuvers your body to take your shirt off, then your bra. His tongue runs along his bottom lip, nearly salivating at his unobstructed view of your breasts. Quickly, he moves out from behind you to lay you down on the couch and hover over your body, gazing into your eyes with a mixture of love and lust. Leaning down, he places a hungry kiss on your lips and then moves to your jaw, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck to the area between your breasts.

“Sir.”

Your whine makes him glance up, though he continues sucking and biting at your flesh.

“Pl-please, sir. I want..” Huffing frustratedly, you bring your hands up to tug on his shirt. Your brain is foggy already, unable to really form sentences or effectively communicate your desires. And you curse yourself for it, though it’s definitely because you haven’t had any form of intimacy since France.

“What is it, kitten?” His teasing tone makes you huff, but his chilled metal fingers that twist and pull at your nipple are what make you moan. “Do you want me to take off my shirt?”

Nodding frantically, your hands tug harder at his shirt. When Bucky leans back, your eyes widen, missing the sudden loss of heat and pleasure, though it’s placated by seeing his muscles tensing as he tugs his shirt off of his body. Once it’s been thrown off to the side, Bucky leans back down to capture your lips with his. His metal hand cups your right breast once again while his flesh hand travels down your body to your waist, dipping his fingers into the band of your jeans before swiftly unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper. Your own hands fumble with his pants, struggling to blindly unzip them but only growing more frustrated when Bucky moves your hand away.

“Don’t,” Bucky mumbles against your lips, biting down on your bottom lip and pressing a soothing kiss to it. “Just lay back and let me love you, okay?”

It takes a moment to register his words, but when you do you nod your head, melting back into the couch and staring up at Bucky with half-lidded eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

The groan he lets out sends shivers down your spine and a whine escapes your lips. His hands start working with purpose, standing to remove his pants before kneeling on the couch between your legs. He scoots back, laying on his front and toying with your jeans before pulling them down your legs slowly, revealing inch after beautiful inch of your skin.

Bucky’s lips press small kisses to your hipbones, then to the tops of your thighs when they are revealed. His lips followed his hands, slow yet lingering kisses being placed all over your thighs, then calves, and finally, your ankles before he pulls them off of your body and throws them aside.

Glancing up, one of his hands rests on your hip while his other reaches down to cup himself through his boxers to relieve the ache.

“Can I take off your underwear, darling?”

His voice is low and smooth like honey, floating around you like a warm blanket as you nod lazily.

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky nods, releasing his crotch so he can pull your panties down and off of your legs. His eyes hone in on your crotch as he takes in the slick coating on the inside of your thighs. He groans again, then looks down at your panties that are dampening his hand. Quickly he brings them up to his face, pressing them against his mouth and sucking them into his mouth. Once again he has to grasp the base of his dick to keep it from throbbing, and the loud moan that sounds through the air makes him focus his attention back on you.

As he pulls the fabric out of his mouth, he shoots you a wink before throwing your panties to the side as well. Subconsciously, your legs fall open further, the cold air hitting your soaked pussy causing shivers to run down your body.

“S-sir,” Your whine is almost porn-like. Wanton and open and shameless. “Please, please make love to me.”

Bucky chuckles, though he is no less affected by the pleasure you’re giving each other.

“Of course, kitten.” He leans down, placing himself right in front of your core. His arms wrap around your legs, pulling your body closer to him so his face is mere inches from his own personal heaven. Bucky’s thumbs run down to your pussy lips, massaging them slowly and pulling them open, giving him an unobstructed view of your throbbing hole.

“I’m going to give you everything you need.”

With that, he leans in further, pressing kisses from your clit down to your quivering hole. Then, his tongue dips inside, flicking his tongue teasingly and pressing your hips down onto the couch to prevent you from squirming.

More soft kisses and kitten licks are showered onto your pussy, Bucky’s tongue speeding up as your breathing becomes heavier, your whines turning louder, your body struggling to stay in place as the pleasure winds tighter and tighter, higher and higher.

“S-sir, please!” Then, you let out a loud squeal, your core throbbing in pain due to Bucky’s hand raining down slaps against your clit. “Ah! Ah - oh, please. Yes, yes please, sir!” Your words turn into mindless rambling, your whines and moans unable to be stopped.

With one final kiss to your hole, Bucky leans back to hurriedly take off his boxers so he can lay his body on top of yours.

“Darling,” Bucky mumbles against your lips, one hand coming up to grasp your jaw and force your gaze on him. “Are you sure you want this?”

If you weren’t muddled with pleasure and wine you’d have rolled your eyes. Though you know Bucky wouldn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with, even in the midst of passion you manage to nod.

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky nods, one hand grasping his cock and the other gripping your right leg and placing it over his shoulder. And though he wants this to last longer, he really can’t help the way he sinks into your pussy with one thrust, it feels too good for him to last longer than he probably will.

With a glance up at your pleasure-ridden face, he starts grinding his hips into yours, letting you adjust to his size after not having experienced it for so long. But when you give him a nod, he starts thrusting shallowly, pulling back only an inch or two before sliding back home.

His thrusts quickly become harder and faster, the sounds of your lovemaking echoing through the room as both of you let unhindered moans float around you. Before long, the coil in your core starts building higher and higher, your head throwing itself back as you fumble your way through telling Bucky of your impending orgasm. And already you know this is going to be an intense one, after all, you haven’t had an orgasm in two weeks.

Bucky leans down so he’s in your line of sight, his eyes burning holes into yours, his brows furrowing as he nods. His lips catch yours in a passionate kiss, mumbling “cum, please, darling,” while his thrusts become sloppier.

With his permission, the band in your core snaps, a pleasured scream escaping your lips as Bucky continues fucking you through your orgasm. For a split second, you recognize the warmth flooding the inside of your pussy, but then, everything turns black.

You’re not sure how long it takes for you to come to, but when you do you’re laying in Bucky’s bed, resting on top of his body as he runs his hand up and down your back. Your eyes stay closed, still trying to focus on anything but the ringing in your ears and the soreness between your legs. And then, once you can finally hear again, you catch Bucky’s soft voice mumbling into your hair, presumably assuming you’re still asleep.

“-And I just - god, darling. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am, how in love with you I am. You’re… you’re everything to me. And I know I don’t deserve your love, but I won’t take it for granted, I swear it.”

The smile that crosses your face is so wide that it hurts, and you nuzzle your face into Bucky’s neck with a small hum.

“I love you too, Bucky.”

And just like that, everything seems right in the world. You know you’ll have to have a few deeper conversations about everything that happened. But you’re willing to do whatever it takes to keep the happiness that Bucky brings you.

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[thomasisaslut]

Lucius Malfoy x F!Reader

Praise — KTober

Word Count: 1.2k

Includes: Praise Kink, Light Bondage, Oral, Blow Jobs, Cock Worship, Riding, Cowgirl Sex Position.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51142807

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1391145001-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞-𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬-𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲-𝐱-𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You wore your most skimpy lingerie, a dark green, elegant, teasing set. It wrapped tightly around your thighs and under boob, making the areas more visible, vibrant, standing out. You slide on one of your husband's coats before making your way back into the room where Lucius sat.

"Luci?" You call outs, his pale blue eyes flicker from the paper his eyes were scanning before meeting your own. He sets down the paper and scoots back in his chair, remaining sat.

"Darling." The blond replies, he pats his thigh with his right hand and you instantly follow his order, you sit down in his lap instantly. "What do you need, my love? Why are you in a coat? My coat..."

"I needed to see you, my love." You cup his cheeks, he instantly melts into your touch, needing to feel the warmth radiating from your palms.

"For what purpose? Is Draco alright?" He sounds a bit panicked and you only chuckle.

You let the coat fall from your shoulders, revealing then tight lingerie set on your body, you feel his groin grow hard beneath you.

"Our son is fine, Luci... I'm concern about you." Your hands begin to fumble with his tie, striping it off of his neck before grabbing his hands and tying them to his chair with the tie. "You always overwork yourself, now let me take care of you, hm?" Lucius makes no move to resist so you continue.

Your lips connect with his now on display neck, nibbling on his soft, pale flesh before sucking. You leave a dark, red love bite on his throat before moving to his collarbone and doing the same, you then begin to unbutton his white shirt. Doing it slowly to tease your husband further, you feel his cock grow harder against your clothed, wet pussy.

"Do you need me, Luci?"

"Always." He groans, bucking his hips against you.

"Good." You undo the last button before moving your lips to his chest, sucking on his nipples, teasing and nicking the sensitive nubs with your teeth.

"Oh... fuck, darling, my cock, please." He pleas, you would never get sick of the sound of him begging.

I mean, who could blame you? Thee Lucius Malfoy begging for you to fuck him, the man who almost all wizards cower from, hide from, run from. And to think this man chose you to marry, wanted to marry you for you. It made your heart swell.

"Of course, my love." You sink to your knees, undoing his belt and zipper in one swift motion. You take his hard cock into your hand, stroking the base and watching as pre-cum leaks out of his tip.

Kissing the head of his dick causes him to moan, you smile and then take the tip into your mouth, your tongue tracing over every single vein and line, every detail. You lick into the slit of the head before taking more of his inches down your throat.

"Please, more, d-darling." He stammers out, your hand begins to fumble with his balls.

Your arousal only grew from his sounds, your core sopping with slick by now, needing his cock inside you. But, this was for him, for your husband to calm down and stop working for once in his life—even if it was only for a short while.

You moan around his cock as your nose hits his base, you look up to meet his eyes, piercing and warm at the same time, loving and cold all at once. Fuck, if that didn't turn you on.

"You're so good at this, doll..." Lucius moans. "Let me move?"

You moan in a confirmation, he bucks his hips and begins to fuck your throat, his hands pinned to the chair by his own tie. Your left hand moves to his hip, your right begins to squeeze his balls. You feel them tighten in his hands before he shoots a heavy load of his cum down your throat, you swallow every drop of the white, thick liquid.

"Oh! Darling, y-you're so good for me..." He moans as he cums but you don't stop, you milk every drop of his release from his cock before sliding his cock out of your mouth with a loud 'pop' sound.

"You taste delicious, Luci." You smirk and move back onto his lap, his cock resting—still erect—against your cunt. "Do you want me?" You cup his cheek with your hand. "Want me to ride you, love?"

"Please." The blond begs, you smirk and comply. Don't you need prep?" Lucius blurts out.

"I'm sure you've made me wet enough." You lift your hips, grabbing his cock and aligning to your cunt before slamming your hips down. His cock bottoms out into you, you begin to rock back and forth, bringing yourself closer to the edge.

"I love when you're like this, love. All spent and submissive." You smirk and begin to kiss him as you ride his cock, your hip movements don't stop for a second as you connect your lips. "It's a joy I will never share with the world, a moment I will cherish for the rest of my life."

"And I love when you ride me, when you take control..." Lucius admits, his cheeks flushed a light hue of pink as he speaks. "I love you, my wife."

You moan, his member hitting that sweet, sensitive spot inside of you. "I-I love you too, my husband." You smile at him and he instantly returns the look.

Deciding to try something risky you begin to move your hips in a different motion, moving up and down before side ways, not daring to move his cock out of you.

"What are you-"

Your hips begin to spell out the letters, L-U-C-I-U-S, you moan through every letter, you watch as lust fills your husbands eyes, it was an expression you were use to but this time it felt so much more real, passionate. You smirk.

"Do you like it, Luci?"

"Yes." He growls, he begins to rock his hips upwards again, within a second you squirt all over, cumming hard, painting his cock with your release. Lucius soon copies, his cum shoots deep within your pussy, making you moan his name loudly. You lift your hips, his—shockingly—still hard cock slides out of your cunt.

Leaning forward you rest your head on his shoulder, he kisses your temple. You reach up and untie him when he is freed he instantly grabs your wrists and pins you to his desk before him, the papers he was once working on scattering across the floor.

"As much as I love being submissive for you, darling." His cock slides back into you fully, filling your pussy. "I am the dominant one in this relationship. And I will get revenge."

You smirk, you want to tease him when he flips you over. Your chest against the hard wood desk, you hear the lingerie straps snap, he rips your set completely off before spanking you. Your hands fly to the edge of the desk, your thoughts are cut off when he speaks.

"Hold on tight."

And you do so.

[euphor1a]

Yeonjun worshipping your pussy

thirst drabbles (2/∞)

fandom » txt

pairing » yeonjun x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni)

genre » smut, established relationship 

word count » ~ 600

warnings » profanity, ddlg themes (daddy kink), begging, oral (f!receiving), spitting, use of pet names, dirty talking, fingering, pussy slapping (?), mention of junnie’s fat cawk 😔, mild degradation, lmk if I missed anything!

The downright sinful noise of his mouth attached to your cunt rings in your ears, body flushed and sensitive to his touches. Yeonjun’s eyes are fixed on your every little movement. He takes great notice of how you grip on the bedsheets desperately, your thighs trembling under his iron grip.

“Daddy, more! Please…” You whimper out loud, writhing beneath his adept tongue which presses firmly on your swollen nub.

“Yeah?” Yeonjun hums, seemingly amused by your actions. “You wanna come all over daddy’s face like a dirty little girl, hm? Want me to suck your pretty pussy until you can’t take it anymore?”

You shudder, more wetness gathering between your legs. “Aah– yes, yes daddy!” Your voice comes out broken as you feel him rubbing his spit along your already drenched folds. Yeonjun smirks.

“Then you’ll have to beg prettier than that babygirl. Tell me how bad you need it.”

Whining, you take a deep breath to steady your blazing heart. Why is he always like this?

“Please. I— I can’t— angh!”

A rough slap of his calloused hand lands right on your cunt. The overwhelming sting causes your eyes to waver. Yeonjun growls, his lips briefly sucking onto your labia before pulling out with a loud ‘pop’.

“You know you can do better than that, don’t you, kitten?”

“Da–daddy, I beg you, please… please eat my pussy. I– I can’t! Need you in me.” You manage to babble, too needy to talk properly.

“Shh, I know you’re so desperate to get my fat cock in your cute little hole, but I need to prepare you first.” Yeonjun drops a lingering kiss on your mound, his nose burying in your folds to inhale your scent.

Your whine turns into a high-pitched moan, his tongue flattening against your core and licking a long stripe along it. He suckles on the velvety flesh of your pussy, fingers digging into your thighs to keep you in place.

“Fu—fuck! Daddy!” You groan as Yeonjun teases your entrance, delving into you once and pulling out with a satisfied hum. Another small slap finds your clit, his long fingers rubbing the sensitive nub with fervor.

“Baby likes it when I play with her pussy, huh? Look at you, making a mess and I’ve only just started.” He redoubles his efforts and returns to lap at you like a starved man. Your hips buck up, eager to find any type of friction.

Yeonjun grunts, his right arm wrapping around your waist while the other hand cups your cunt. “So impatient,” he mumbles, working your entrance with his index finger before sliding it in.

“Yes! God, yes.” You sigh happily, immediately clenching around his finger. A growl escapes his lips, causing the vibration reverberates against your pussy.

“Such a filthy babygirl I have.” Yeonjun hisses. He pushes your thighs further apart, mouth passionately sucking on your clit as he adds another finger to stretch you out properly.

“Oh— sh–shiiiit.” His fingers curl inside your hot, sopping core, effectively hitting the spot that makes your limbs jelly. You close your eyes shut. It feels too good. You’re not going to last much longer.

Yeonjun can feel his blood rushing to south, making his cock throb in the confines of his boxers. The way your needy pussy tries to suck him in, manages to tug on the last shreds of restraint he has.

“Daddy’s gonna ruin you today, angel. Gonna split you open and make you my cum dump. How does that sound?”

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[ssahotstuff]

Day 24–Lingerie

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings: lingerie, oral, fem receiving, unprotected sex, cursing

Word Count: 1.2k

The red set was dying to be worn when you saw it on the display, simple but so elegant, and you knew Aaron would love it. You bought it in hopes that he'd be home soon to see you wear it; you also bought a silky red robe to match. Right on cue he was calling you, happy to hear your voice on the other line.

"Hi sweetheart. Miss me?"

You were still scanning the shelves, just browsing for now, killing time before you went back to the house.

"Very much. Will I see you soon?"

He made a soft 'mhm' on the other end of the phone, followed by him telling you that he'd see you in a couple of hours. That gave you plenty of time to prepare your surprise. You'd never went out of your way to be overly sexy—you didn't need to. Aaron was all over you regardless, but you were anxious to see his reaction when you were actually trying.

You raced home, taking a shower and shaving, making sure every inch of you was lathered down in your favorite lotion, spritzing yourself with Aaron's favorite perfume before you slipped on the bra and panty set, followed by the robe. All there was left to do was wait—you sat on the bed, anticipating his arrival until it came. You saw the headlights beam through the window and heard the slamming of his car door, and soon enough he was unlocking the front door and coming inside. You held your breath for what felt like an eternity until he entered the room, his eyes glued to your frame as soon as he'd crossed the threshold.

"That's new," he remarked, removing his blazer and dress shirt before he took off his slacks and shoes, his eyes trained on you the whole time.

"Bought it today," was all you said in return, waiting for him to crawl into bed. Once he was completely undressed, only left in his boxers, he climbed between your legs, resting his head on your chest. You combed your fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead lightly as he relaxed into you. He was tense, no doubt from the stress of the last case they'd been on. He had very little to say about it while he was gone which lead you to believe it was worse than normal. He let his hands fall to the hem of your robe, toying with the fabric as he craned his neck to look up at you.

"I love you sweet girl. I was so ready to see you," before you could reply he was turning to face you, sitting cross legged on the bed in front of you, taking your hand in his.

"I love you, Aaron. I have a surprise for you," his eyebrows shot up before his gaze fell to the string of your robe, darting out to take it between his fingers before quickly undoing the knot.

"Can I see?"

You saw how his throat tightened as he slid the robe down your arms, the way he swallowed harshly as it fell down your body. The heat rose to his cheeks in an instant, his eyes growing wide as his hands cupped the swell of your breasts, admiring the intricate design on the fabric as he let his fingers travel over your chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his chest so you could feel his heart thumping rapidly, pounding in his chest.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he breathed, swiftly unfolding your legs so he could drag you down the bed, his body coming to hover over yours. His mouth met your chest, peppering your skin with kisses. He began to work his way down, looping his fingers in the waistband of your panties before he yanked them down. You had no time to prepare, his mouth met your center hungrily, a groan of pleasure leaving his mouth the second he tasted you. Your head hit the pillow as he spread your legs further, giving him complete access to your dripping core. His tongue expertly flicked at your clit, his thick fingers spreading your glistening lips so he could focus all of his attention on your throbbing bundle of nerves.

"So sweet," he purred, sucking your clit between his lips as you moaned uncontrollably, your head nearly spinning at the sensation. You came rather quickly, but he wasn't done, not by a long shot. His mouth was relentless against your core, filling you with butterflies at how well he knew your body, how he could make you come undone so rapidly that you didn't have time to brace yourself. He went above and beyond to make you feel good, always exploring new ways to touch you, more patient and loving than any man you'd ever been with before.

"Feels so good baby," you choked, his hand blindly lacing his fingers through yours as your legs began to shake. You lost track of how long he'd been buried between your thighs, giving you exactly what you'd been missing in those agonizing days away from him. When he returned home it was as if everything was balanced perfectly, your world spinning perfectly on its axis when he was around as opposed to when he was gone—you had a handle on things, but you missed him terribly. As he emerged from between your legs, he leaned forward long enough to plant a gentle kiss on your lips, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

"This looks perfect on you, but I'm so ready to have you undressed," he growled as he hooked his arms under your knees and pulled you closer, quickly pushing his boxers out of the way as he slid into you, the two of you sighing in unison as he bottomed out in you, his head tossed back in ecstasy as his hips began to move. He went slow and steady, rolling into you like this was what he'd been waiting on all along. His worries and stress melted away the second you clenched around him, leaving nothing but the gratification of having you to himself. You were close already, the sheets bunched up under your hands as you tried and failed to steady your breathing, plummeting over the edge with no warning, only Aaron to coax you through as he poured into you, thick ribbons of cum sputtering into you as he leaned forward to connect your mouths, his tongue massaging against yours as he pulled out of you with a shudder.

"Thank you—no one has ever went out of their way to do anything like that for me before," he said sheepishly as he pulled the covers up around you, his weight on top of you as he laid on your chest.

"I'd do anything for you," you said simply, yawning wide as you sank into the pillow, your arms secured around him for the first time in nearly a week. You could sleep peacefully knowing he was home for the time being, and that was good enough for you to drift off.

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[sweetyyhippyy]

After Care. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *SMUT*

(Not my pictures. But my header)

Summary: After a pretty lengthy and tiring night of sex, Eddie gives his girlfriend the aftercare she deserves. 

TW: Mention of: overstimulation, weed, squirting, food, getting spanked and it leaving marks. Taking a break from sex. Foggy mind. Body massage turn sexual.

Word Count: 1k

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She was super lucky when it came to Eddie, she basically had him wrapped around her finger. She really tried not to take advantage of it, but when it came to anything remotely sexual, she could easily get anything she wanted just by asking for it. Which was how she ended up, five (maybe six, she had lost count) orgasms deep, and another one working up in her core with Eddie’s fingers buried deep inside of her while his mouth sucked on one of her nipples, trying to get her to her orgasm faster.

She mutters out something along the lines of Eddie’s name along with a string of colorful curse words as her orgasm hits her, her whole body tensing up and shaking. She grasps at the sheets below her, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

Eddie kisses her neck, sucking a bruise into her skin. “That’s my girl.” He smirks, kissing the already forming mark. “Good girl.” He mutters against her lips before kissing her. “You need a break, sweetheart.” He starts to pull his fingers out, but it only earns him a whine from the loss of contact.

“O-okay. A break.” She rasps out, half nodding her head, looking at him sort of lost.

“C’mere baby.” Eddie coos, taking her and holding her tightly against his body.

Skin to skin contact was her favorite form of aftercare.

She whimpers into his chest, letting her body relax into him. Even though she was the one that practically asked for all of the roughness tonight, he knew that she really wanted the softness afterward.

“You did so good, beautiful. You know that?” He kisses her head repeatedly. “So proud of you.”

All she can do is moan out a response to his praises and nuzzle her face further into his neck, immediately feeling more calm smelling weed on him from right before their little session had started, mixed with his natural musk that reminded her of being at home and safe.

Her body was exhausted from the hard sex that spand over the course of almost 2 hours, most of it was foreplay; Eddie eating her out slowly and drawing out 2 orgasms from her that way, and then fucking every single thought she had ever had out of her head, which made her squirt for only the second time in her life, after Eddie had cum they were both hellbent on getting “just one more” out of her (even though “one more” turned into 2 more).  

“Baby, let's get some water in you, okay? It’ll help.” Eddie reaches over down for the water bottle on the floor, opening the lid and carefully and slowly tipping it forward.

She looks up at him to signal she’s done for now, pulling her lips away once he tilts the bottle back upright. “Thank you, baby.” Her voice was hoarse as she spoke from all the moaning and whining she had been doing.

Eddie puckers her lips, kissing her sweetly. “You’re welcome. Glad I got you talking again. You want something from your treat drawer?”

She can’t help but giggle a little bit. “Make me sound like a dog.”

Eddie chuckles too, stretching off the bed to get a small bag of m&ms for her to eat. “Yeah, a little bit, huh?” He opens the bag for her, taking her favorite colored candy, yellow, and popping it in her mouth.

She smiles at him, going to sit on her butt, wincing in pain and laying back down on the bed. “My butt hurts.” She pouts up at Eddie.

“I spank you too hard, baby? Lemme see, on your belly for me.”

She carefully turns her body around, showing Eddie her bottom, which he definitely left her welt marks from the band of his rings.

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry.” He sighs. “You want me to use the lotion and give you a little massage, make it feel all better?”

Her heart thumped hearing the mix of sympathy and softness in his tone as he spoke to her. “Please?”

Eddie feeds her another m&m before grabbing the cocoa butter lotion they used on each other when they wanted a massage from the other. He tries to warm the lotion up between his hands before rubbing it on her skin, not wanting it to be too cold.

She still jumps feeling the semi-warm lotion on Eddie’s hands as he starts at the top of her shoulders, putting some of his weight into it. She hums happily, letting her eyes flutter shut while she takes it in.

Eddie’s hands start to travel down her back, stopping at her lower back for a while, a place she always says is sore or is hurting her a lot. He puts a little more pressure on the middle of her back, eliciting a gasp from inadvertently cracking her back, which turns into a sigh of relief.

“It feels good, Eds.” She whispers.

“I’m going to massage your butt, let me know if it hurts too much and I’ll figure something else out, okay?”

She nods her head in understanding.

Eddie gets a little more lotion on his hands, starting at the bottom of her ass and working his fingers carefully against the round of her butt. As he’s doing that, he again, inadvertently, spreads her cheeks apart which makes her moan. “You’re supposed to be enjoying it, not getting turned on by it.”

“Can’t help it. You have magic fingers. You touch me and I get turned on.” She says with a smirk.

“You just came six times in 2 hours, and you’re still trying to keep going talking to me like that?”

“You’re the one spreading me apart back there.” She turns her head back to look at him, raising her eyebrows.

Eddie smirks back at her, spanking her softly. “Never satisfied you little brat.” He snickers. “How about this, I get some real food in you and then we can pick this up after?”

“Can I least get a kiss?”

Eddie leans over, kissing her lips, lingering longer than normal, mostly on purpose. “Satisfied?”

“For now.”

[cositapreciosa]

Nightcall

Rafa Quintero x gn!reader (no particular warnings? the usual for the show, nothing explicit), 3563 words

a/n : here is a self-indulgent Rafa Pov for @narcolini and I (and all the Rafa babes out there) ❤ Nightcall is also the name of a London Grammar song and it slaps and it's underrated

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

It is dark outside when Rafa opens his eyes. He’s not sure what is pulling him out of his sleep, but the silk sheets around him are disorienting. He knows he’s home, there is no doubt in his mind, but still, the way his sweat clings to his body, sticking the sheets to his naked legs, bringing back memories of the nightmare he was having mere seconds ago, it all makes him wonder if he’s really awake. It’s the second ring that grounds him, shakes him to the core, makes his heart skip a beat. By the third ring, he’s already on his feet. His chains are cold on his chest, a harsh contrast against his heated skin.

No one ever calls him in the middle of the night, they always know better. Fix it by yourselves, pendejos, or make sure it can wait until morning. He’s not sure if he should be angry, he’s still so damn tired and his eyes hurt. His palms are digging in his eyesockets when it rings a fourth time. He picks it up, the movement so fast that the wire tenses, almost pulling the phone off the nightstand.

‘’ Rafa? ‘’

It’s you. Your voice sounds far away, a whisper almost lost in the buzzing of the line, but it’s you. He says your name back in disbelief, it's almost a question. He hates how his voice sounds, hoarse, raspy.

‘’ Rafa, dios, I- ‘’

There’s rustling on the other side as if you’re readjusting the phone between your ear and your shoulder, ‘’ I didn’t want to call you so late. Fuck, I didn’t want to call you at all, but I- ‘’

You take a deep breath and he can hear how it gets caught in your throat, shaking on the way out. He knows he should say something, but he feels lightheaded, glued to the floor, like all air has been sucked out of him. He can barely hear you against the sound of his heart echoing back to him through the plastic receiver.

‘’ Are you alright? ‘’

It’s the only words he can muster, pulled out of him before he can even process them. God, it’s you, he can’t believe it. But the carpet under his toes feels real and the breeze coming in from the window makes him shiver. He starts to believe he dreamed it all when you don’t answer him, when the line goes back to being silent. He had stopped dreaming about you after a while, back when your paths had separated, when he had told himself he didn’t need to be distracted by this, by you.

‘’ No? ‘’ It sounds like a question, but it’s hesitant like you’re waiting for him to tell you the answer. ‘’ I mean, yes, but- I- damn it. ‘’

Something clashes on the other side, plastic being cracked, being hit. He knows it’s your doing and he realizes you’re calling him from a payphone. Rafa can see it clear as day, your hand hitting the transparent window, putting your anger on something, anything.

‘’ This was a mistake. I’m sorry for waking you up. ‘’

This stirs something in him. Fear, desperation. You can’t hang up now, not after all this time.

‘’ Don’t. ‘’ He is gripping the phone so hard, he can feel the plastic wince at the strength. ‘’ Tell me what’s wrong. Don’t hang up. I can fix it. ‘’

Fix it, fix this, us. Rafa can hear you breathing on the other side, the rain hitting his window on his right, pouring out on the balcony. He tries again, ‘’ Tell me what happened. ‘’

He hears you shuffling once more and then it’s the sound of coins moving around, hair brushing the receiver.

‘’ Let me- ‘’ A car is passing by, splashing water around. You sniff, ‘’ Let me put more money in this thing, okay? ‘’

He doesn’t like how defeated your voice sounds, how tired it is. Every peso that he hears cling against the metal is torture for him. He had never been a patient man, he’s been told that a lot, he doesn’t care.

‘’ I’ve been doing business con El Golfo, yeah? ‘’

He knows, of course, he knows about you and Ábrego. He couldn’t stop himself from sending someone to sneak around, to pay good money to know your whereabouts. Rafa didn’t believe you, back then, when you had told him you were calling it quits. He had expected you to ease into the coke business as he did, coming back a week or two later, begging for him to let you in again. He would’ve, but you never came back around, not this time.

‘’ We moved around products for them tonight. I think they betrayed me, everyone’s- ‘’

He can hear you swallow. He can see you leaning forward, pinching the bridge of your nose. Your voice quivers.

‘’ Everyone’s dead. I think. Whatever they paid the police, it was good money, they didn’t even bother to arrest anyone. ‘’

His ribcage is hurting him, a weird pain going straight through his chest, he’s sweating again.

‘’ Where are you? ‘’ He croaks. His whole body is stuck in a weird loop, he can’t move, he’s shaking at the same time.

It’s your next words that finally wake him up, feet turning and burning against the carpet. Please come get me, Rafa. I can’t do this. He’s moving now, and everything is so fast and so slow. He grabs a shirt that he doesn’t button up from a chair, a pair of pants from the first drawer. You stay right there, okay? I’m on my way. I’m coming. He’s calling out as he goes down the stairs, screaming for a car to be brought around. He’s angry now. Whatever shock and insecurity were keeping him stuck to the phone vanished. He can feel the cold metal of the gun he tucks into the back of his jeans, he can hear the squeal of his leather boots as they press against the marble floor.

In the back of his mind, he knows. He knows he should call Miguel, to let him know what is going on, to hear him say he might be going into a trap, that you chose your own path, and to let you deal with the consequences.

He knows that. He doesn’t care.

He didn’t care back then either when you had left, couldn’t give a shit, he told Miguel. Clearly, you weren’t up to joining the higher leagues, he thought. Who wouldn’t want more? Sell more, make more? Spend more? It bothered him so much at first, itching in his skin to think you didn’t understand it, understand him. He couldn’t tell when you had started to drift apart, idolizing different ideas, different lives. When he met Sofia a few weeks afterward, he thought it would solve it, solve the burning hole of betrayal in his chest, and oh was he mistaken.

His hands squeeze around the wheel thinking about it. It’s pouring hard outside, wipers going back and forth. He’s not angry at you anymore, not as much.

The tires screech when he finally stops, so fast that the movement sends him forward, bracing against the wheel. He can see your silhouette in the booth, blurred from the rain. You’re on the phone, talking to someone, and for a second, Miguel is behind him in the car, telling him he’s been betrayed again, that he was stupid to fall for it again, that-

Rafa opens the door, water slipping from the roof, soaking his sleeve. He can’t stay inside with his own thoughts. He made his choice. He’s here, like he told you he would be. His hair is sticking to his forehead, water dripping down his jaw. He lets the car run, he doesn’t plan on staying in the open anyway, telling you to stay at this street corner for so long was already dangerous as it is.

He can see your head following him as he walks around the hood. Steady steps, pushing the water out in ripples. He still can’t make out your face through the fogged window and for a second he hesitates again, almost catching the sidewalk with the top of his shoe in the process. He could leave and never think about this night again, he hasn’t looked into your eyes yet, he could go home and pretend he’s dreamed all of it.

You jump when he pulls the plastic door open,

‘’ Jesus, Rafa. Fuck, you scared me. ‘’ He watches your hands open and clenches back on the receiver, ‘’ I mean, I saw you get out. I don’t know why- ‘’

You’re soaked, from head to toe, who knows how long you had been running around before you finally decided to call him. Heavy drops of water are falling from your hair unto your leather jacket, running down the front. It is almost too big for you, your hands haft hidden by the cuff of the sleeves. His eyes fall back to your face, but you’re already watching him, gripping the phone with both hands. He can hear someone calling your name on the other side. You blink once, twice, but you can’t seem to be able to look away. He knows he can’t. You wipe some water off your face, pushing the leather under your nose, using the movement to turn back to your phone call.

‘’ Alejandro, I have to go now. We’ll fix this. ‘’

And then you hang up. Metal against metal, the sound of coins bumping somewhere in the back, sliding the change at the front. He knows you won’t take it. That it will make some kids happy. Candy money. You turn to him, your lips are pale, slightly blue from the cold.

‘’ You’re here. ‘’

‘’ I told you I would. ‘’

He hopes you never doubted it the way he did. That you believed him when he said it, that no one was perched on your shoulder telling you to run away and to not look back. He feels the water that runs down his back, pressing the fabric to his skin. You sniff again, and he’s sure you’ll catch a cold,

‘’ Can you bring me home? ‘’

God, he wishes he could, but he knows you’re grasping at straws, only wishing to be home after a shit show of a night. He shakes his head.

‘’ You know I can’t do that. ‘’

You scoff, ‘’ You can’t say I didn’t try. ‘’

Rafa cracks a smile. It’s small, but it pulls at his lips, showing the long dimples on the side of his cheeks. You had missed him. Missed how easy it was to talk with him, to feel seen, understood without too many words. His brown locks are sticking to his head, curls springing back to life. He passes a hand through them,

‘’ You have somewhere else I can bring you? ‘’

You nod, and you almost have a heart attack when he raises his arm up, pushing the material of his sleeve up with his fingers to wipe some water off your face. The cotton rubs against your skin, leaving a warm feeling across your cheek that you can’t shake away.

‘’ There’s a safe house in a suburb north of here, if you can bring me there, I’ll owe you one. ‘’

Here you are, negotiating again as if he would ask anything from you in return. He knows you prefer to keep things between you calm and civilized right now. Pretend like this is just an exchange of services.

‘’ Don’t push it, now. Come on, bobo, get in the damn car. ‘’

He wishes he could tell you it’s not like that, that it has never been and never will, that you mean too much to just be treated like a distant coworker, but he doesn’t. He can’t, so he stays silent as he steps out of the way, holding the plastic door open, allowing you to brush past him.

Rafa moves towards his side of the car, leaning between the seats to unlock your door from the inside. You fall on your seat, leather jacket squeaking against the leather booth. The moment your door closes, he steps on the gas, leaving the payphone behind in a fraction of a second.

‘’ I told you Ábrego was a prick. ‘’

‘’ You always tell me lots of things, Rafa. ‘’

He’s waving his hands around the wheel and he’s bristling at the thought. Just the idea of Juan Garcia putting his hands on you-

‘’ I told you to stay with us, that we could make this work. I don’t understand why you wouldn’t listen. ‘’

He knows he is channelling his anger on the wrong person, but still, he wants you to be angry at him too. To lash out, to tell him why you left, why you thought you could find better elsewhere without them, without him.

‘’ Stop this, Rafa. This has nothing to do with Guadalajara- ’’

‘’¿A sí? Because I recall you calling us pinche sapos del gobierno or something like that? ‘’

He knew it had always bothered you when Miguel had started to play businessman, mingling around with politicians and CEOs. We are criminals, Rafa, you had told him once, we pay those guys off, we don’t try to do their jobs. You had tried telling Miguel, time and time again, but he didn’t get it, maybe he didn’t even care to.

‘’ Ay, por favor, you know I never liked how close Miguel was to those senators! We were always a politician snitching away from crumbling down! Why am I even fighting with you over this?! ‘’

You sigh, head falling between your hands. He couldn’t stop himself and he hates it, hate seeing you hurt, hate shouting at you like that. When you speak again, it’s muffled by your sleeves, barely strong enough to be heard over the engine.

‘’ If I knew you’d be shitting on me this whole ride I would have just dealt with this myself. ‘’

‘’ You’d probably be dead, is what you would be. ‘’

‘’ Fuck you, Rafa, fuck you, really. ‘’

He stays silent then, there’s nothing left to say. It’s always the same things he brings up, every time, but it never changes the outcome, no matter how much he wishes it did. He thinks back to your words earlier. If you can bring me there, I’ll owe you one. It’s the only thing he can think of to make you understand, to break the silence in the car. He turns to you,

‘’ You don’t owe me anything, you know. Ever. ‘’

You snort, fingers pushing at the vents on the dash, pushing the heat toward your feet. He can feel your eyes on him for a second, he can see the small smile on the side of your face.

‘’ Oh, because we’re friends again, now? You’re gonna stop being a pendejo or-? ‘’

He knows you’re laughing at him, trying to change the subject, to not let this moment get too emotional. His nose wrinkles, shaking his head in a failed attempt to mock you. His fingers reach for the A/C, making sure the heat is on.

‘’ You know I don’t mean it, right? ‘’ Being an asshole, he wants to say, ‘’ I’m just- ‘’

He is met with silence once again. Words stuck in his throat, blocking his airway. He kind of hoped you would finish his sentence so he wouldn’t have to say it out loud. Admit that he is wrong, that he missed you. To let you know how much your call tonight had messed up his inside in a way he hadn’t felt in so long.

‘’ I missed you too, Rafa. ‘’

It’s comforting, the way you say it, it’s soft and meaningful, he can’t stop the sigh of relief that comes out of his chest. Your hand raises up, pressing against his bicep, the fabric of his shirt pushing more water into his skin. Your thumb is moving up and down, warming him up the best you can.

‘’ But you’re still the biggest bitch ever. ‘’ Your hand is higher now, meeting the back of his head with a loud slap, ‘’ Who do you think you were, talking to me like that, tonto, mmh?! ‘’

‘’ Ouch! What are- ‘’

You swat at him again and another time for good measure, he dodges, so you pinch his cheek with two fingers instead,

‘’ I make my own choices and I learn from them. You better not ‘i-told-you-so’ me ever again. ‘’

He snickers, pushing you back into your own seat. For a second, you are kids again, meeting on the playground being the school. No responsibilities, no bounties on your heads.

‘’ It’s my job to knock some sense into you. ‘’

‘’ Maybe you should keep it for yourself, from what I’ve heard you need it. ‘’

He stops in front of a house, it’s dark and small, buried between all the other ones. He knew it was this one you meant, back at the street corner after you gave him the address, your old parent’s house. After you moved from Badiraguato for your dad’s new job it had been a miracle that you ended up finding each other again in Guadalajara.

‘’ You want me to go in with you? Make sure it’s safe? ‘’

Rafa knows that he’s staling, holding on to the last minutes before you inevitably get up and leave. You shake your head.

‘’ I’m sure it’s good. I’ll be fine. ‘’

You sigh, crossing and uncrossing your legs in your seat. He’s not sure what more to say, but you lean towards him, gently taking his hand between yours. It’s awkward, fingers intertwining with yours like you two had never done this before. You smile, it’s soft, barely there, he notices a scar that wasn’t there before.

‘’ You be careful out there, Rafa. ‘’

‘’ You know I’m the one they’re scared of now, hmm? ‘’

You scoff, squeezing his hand with yours, a warning. Listen to me. This is serious, tonto. You look up at him, and it’s sadness he can see in your eyes, regret maybe.

‘’ Don’t be a smartass, you know what I mean. ‘’

The movement is shaky and awkward again, but you bring your joined hands up, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand. It’s warm, electrifying and he can’t do anything but hope that you would just stay here with him.

You’re opening the door before he can say anything else, sliding out of your seat before he can tell you that he will be careful if you ask him. As you get out of the car, your hand slipping from his, he leans forward and tugs at your sleeve, pulling you half back in your seat.

‘’ Are you going to call again? ‘’

Rafa feels like he is shouting, anything to have your attention, to make you stay with him a second more. He hates that he can't tell what you're thinking, what's behind your eyes. They're shining from the street lights outside, slightly wet from the cold, completely unreadable to him. He’s begging, he realizes, he never does that, but he doesn’t care.

‘’ Do you want me too? ‘’ you breathe out. Your voice is small, hardly audible over the raindrops falling on the roof.

‘’ I do. ‘’ I really want you to, he is itching to say, please, it’s pulling his chest.

‘’ Then I will. ‘’

He watches your mouth move before the words finally start to make sense. Your head moves down, body leaning to meet his in-between the seats. Your lips touch the corner of his mouth, the skin of his cheek touching his teeth from the motion. You are close to him for less than a second, already moving back to the door before he realizes, but still, he can smell your perfume, taste the rain and the sweat that is mixed in it. Rafa can feel the cold of your fingers on his forearm, the heat that is spilling from your lips into his whole being.

You close the door behind you with a small wave, mouthing him a thank you through the window. It was barely a second, a second where his heart had stopped and his insides had melted. Another second pass and you are gone, inside and safe, door closed, locked. I really want you to, he was itching to say, please, it’s pulling his chest again.

Then I will. You would. Rafa had never been a patient man, he had been told that a lot, and he never cared. But tonight, tomorrow, for weeks or months, he could wait, he decided. He just has to wait for the phone to ring again.