#thick lucious locks!

[whitexwolfxx310]

|| What’s Your Favorite Scary Movie? || Part 2.

Pairing: Dom!Bucky x Sub!female reader

Summary: After accidentally revealing that you have a masked man kink, Bucky starts taking it to the next level. The reveal!

Warnings: Smut- MDNI please!, unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v), don't forget no glove no love, edging, asphyxiation, fingering, mild dirty talk, language, praise kink, masked man kink, stalking, harassment, implied harm, breaking in.

Word Count: 5.4

A/Ns: Hi babes! Sorry this took an extra day than intended. Tumblr is being super finicky tonight, I’ve edited and re-edited this so many times. If there’s mistakes just ignore. I hope you like the conclusion!

In case you missed it, Part 1

You didn’t sleep much the next couple of nights, and decided to take some time off of work. Bucky finally reached out, and you updated him as to what was going on. He immediately offered to come home, which you refused and started to downplay the situation.

Hailee has been great with letting you borrow some clothes and little things, since you only grabbed a small bag in a rush before heading to her place to stay a few days ago. You’ve been dreading going back to the apartment, scared to find someone in there waiting for you. But it’s at the point where you need to grab some of your stuff.

Walking into the apartment, it was eerily quiet and uncomfortable. But nothing looked out of place, and was exactly how you left it. Deciding not to spend any longer there than you had to, you promptly tossed a large duffle bag onto your bed and started stuffing it with clothes and any other necessities.

Zipping the duffle closed, you felt a light gust of cool air. Scanning your bedroom window assuming it was the source, you realize it’s open. You never open this window. In fact, it’s always locked. All of the hair on the top layer of your skin stands up to the extent it almost feels like tiny pinpricks. Flight mode is instantly activated; before you can even think, you grab the bag and run, practically tripping over your own feet out of the room.

Grappling with the door knob, the pure panic starts to set in. Just as you’re twisting the knob open, you hear a distant bang coming from another room in the apartment. You freeze at the realization:

I’m not alone.

You know when you’re watching a scary movie and yell at the tv, wondering why the one of the characters was so fucking stupid to do something?

Well, you did exactly that. What possessed you in that moment, you haven’t the faintest idea. But, with your heartbeat pounding in your ears so loudly that you thought your eardrums might rupture, you started to turn around to look.

What primitively catches your attention isn’t what you expected, but quickly makes your chest tighten. The fruit bowl on the kitchen counter that is normally overflowing with lucious, red delicious apples, now just has all apple cores.

The flashback of one being on left on the countertop after Bucky had left blazes in your mind. It suddenly makes sense. Bucky would never leave a mess and it wasn't long after that you saw someone outside your window.

Attempting to swallow the growing dryness in your throat, you continue to turn around. And that's when you see him for the first time. About fifteen feet away, stood an obviously immensely tall man. He wore thick, black shiny leather boots that gleamed lightly in the natural daylight within the apartment. Fitted black jeans with a loose, black hooded sweatshirt that failed to hide how muscular and broad his chest and shoulders were with the hood pulled up.

But two things stuck out the most about his appearance. First, was the tight, black leather gloves he wore on his hands that were currently clenched into rigid fists. The second, was the fact that you couldn't make out his face. All you could see was an elongated paleness, caverned by the blackness of the hood, and it seemed... sinister. He didn't move or make a sound. It was as if you would blink and he would be gone, like a cloud of smoke.

But if anyone was going to disappear, it was going to be you. So taking a chance, you ran. And you didn't stop running. Even with the faint vibration in your pocket alerting you to the new text notification on your phone, you kept going.

It wasn't until you got back to Hailee's place and frantically, out of breath explained to her, that you even remembered about the text message.

"Here," You toss the phone in pure detestation onto her bed, "I don't even want to fucking know what it says." You lean against the opposite wall of her bedroom, crossing your arms across your chest in an attempt to control the body shakes as you come down from the adrenaline.

Hailee watches you for a brief moment, still not having said much aside from asking if you were okay. Her expression was soft and sympathetic and yet had an dissenting undertone. You couldn't blame her, this all sounded absolutely insane.

Letting out a small, exasperated breath, Hailee sits on her knees from her previous crossed legged position and grabs your cell. As the screen comes to life, her teeth clench down reading whatever is on the screen.

“What?” The concern is evident in your voice as you pry away from the wall, though still holding onto yourself.

Hailee inhales deeply through her nostrils, faking a tightlipped smile, “it’s nothing,” her tone is flat. She’s lying. Clicking the sleep button on the side of the phone to make the screen go black, she makes her way off the bed, “hey, how about we head down to the cellphone store and get you a new phone and number?” She asks, trying to sound like her usual carefree self as she grabbed her crossbody bag.

“Hailee,” you uncross your arms and step in front of her, forcing her to make eye contact, “what is it?”

Searching your eyes, you can see that she is torn. She wants so badly to do the right thing, but isn’t sure what exactly that is in this situation. On one hand, she could just keep it to herself. Let the unknown and curiosity eat you alive from the inside out like it inevitably will. But only because she wants to protect you, shield you from anything that brings you the opposite of joy. Or, she can show you what you’re actually dealing with, and the two of you can come up with a plan and handle it together. Hailee decides on the latter.

Hesitating, her hand shakes slightly as she holds out the phone to you. It appears that now both of you will take this predicament more critically now. Grabbing the phone a tad more aggressively then you meant to, you unlock it and open the messages. But it's not often Hailee gets rendered quiet. Scrolling through the back to back texts, you understand why.

Taking your best friends advice, you immediately went to the cell phone store. She tagged along as you got a completely new phone and number, not transferring anything over, not wanting to take the risk. You didn't download any social media, deciding to take a much needed mental break for a bit. The only thing you did do, was take a few phone numbers that you needed out of your old phone, and even then you wrote them down on a piece of paper to manually add them into your contacts later.

Walking out of the store, you felt as if a weight had been lifted. Hailee locked arms with you, leading you around the corner to the nearest cafe to get iced coffee. It was her answer for everything. Bad day? Iced coffee. Need a pick me up? Iced coffee. Need to clear your head and just ramble about random shit for a bit? Iced coffee. Your best friend has an apparent stalker and we're hoping that changing phone numbers is the end all solution?! Obviously, iced coffee.

Sitting at a small table outside the cafe, enjoying the slight crispness in the fall air, you let out a huge, relieving sigh that makes your shoulders sink. You take the opportunity to add Bucky to your contacts and text him your new number. Although, you decide not to go into detail about your most recent encounter while he's still away on a mission.

Putting the phone down on the table and not have it incessantly go off with calls and texts, let's you feel as though you can finally breathe. "Thank you for coming with me, Hales, I really appreciate you."

Hailee is sucking the remnants of her drink through the straw as she looks up at you. She gives you a small, genuine side smile, "you're welcome," before smirking, "so I'm supposed to have a date tonight, with that guy Noah I've been seeing..." she leaves it open ended. "But, I should totally cancel after everythi-"

"No, please. Go out and have fun. You've been dealing with my shit enough," trying to make your words sound affirming, even with the lingering dread that you still felt.

That's one thing about Hailee. You never quite really have to twist her arm to do anything.

After showering and changing into your comfy jeans and oversized cropped sweater, it was hard not to feel the slightest tinge of jealousy watching Hailee do her finishing touches for date night in the mirror. Jealousy in the sense of missing Bucky and going out and having a carefree night, not in comparing yourself physically.

She swipes yet another layer of clear lip gloss on before fluffing her beach wave blonde hair. Turning to face you, her thick heels clack on the wooden floor as she starts adjusting her boobs in her sleek, dusty rose colored dress.

"What do you think?" Her hands glide down over her curves, "Dress is okay?"

"That dress is fire," and it is, she looks amazing. By the smile she's wearing, she's feeling it too, "too bad it's going to end up on Noah's floor ten minutes into your date." Hailee dramatically gasps, as if that's not true. It totally is.

You're both laughing until she abruptly stops, "I have to go!" She gives you a quick hug and starts scurrying towards the door, a bit awkwardly in the heels, "Bye! Love you! Lock the door!" As she goes to close the door behind her she yells back in, "don't read too much smut on your kindle while I'm gone!" and the door slams.

Shaking your head with a small laugh, you lock the door. Hailee just gave you the perfect idea of how to spend your night.

About an hour had gone by, you comfortably laid in Hailee's spare bed, a few chapters deep into your latest book. It was quiet, so when your phone vibrated on the bed next to you- you jumped slightly. Assuming it was Bucky finally having the chance to text you back, you pick it up fairly quickly. But the message you received isn't what you expected at all.

Before even unlocking the phone, you had a text alert from Unknown. There was nothing written, but all the way to the right of the alert, you could see a picture was included.

Promptly, you sat up in the bed and stared at the notification. That familiar wave of unease dispersed throughout your body as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over your head.

This phone number is only a few hours old, how the fuck did he get it already?

The notification banner and you were in a staredown. You had to know what the message was, but you were absolutely terrified at the same time. Your thumbs hover, occasionally twitching over the screen, until you pull the trigger and swipe up.

Us. Hailee...

Driving to your apartment, you broke nearly every single traffic law that there is. The entire time you tried calling Hailee’s phone back to back, just repeating the same mantra; please pick up. Please, please pick up. She never did.

“Hailee!!” You run through your apartment door, not having to mess with it for long as it was already unlocked. You had a feeling it would be. “Answer me!” You yell, breathlessly. The apartment is eerily dark and quiet.

Coming to a halt in the main living space, you whipped your head around looking for clues and try to listen for any signs of distress. But it was so difficult to hear anything over your own breathing and pulse drumming in your ears.

You knew where you had to go, the last picture of your friends dress laid out on your bedspread was the roadmap. The bedroom door was just barely closed over, a creepy orange glow lining it and trying to escape from underneath. Each step closer that you took, felt as if a large spider made entirely of ice was crawling down your spine.

Pushing the door open slightly with just a fingernail, you peered into the room. You knew this is exactly where this person wanted you. For what? There’s only one way to find out.

There didn’t seem to be anyone in the room, so you took a few small steps in. The glow was more prominent now, giving the room an uncanny romantic ambiance with numerous amount of white candles lit all along the dressers, night tables, and bookshelves.

Taking a broad step forward, your attention is now focused on the bed. Hailee's dress is no longer laid out like it had been in the picture. Instead, there are flower petals sprinkled across your comforter. The intriguing curiosity drew you even more into the room without you even realizing. Picking up one of the petals, you rub it between your fingers, feeling it's supple and delicate smoothness as you examine it more closely. In that moment you recognize it- the familiarity of it's dark appeal. They're black dahlia petals.

Some of the petals congregated in one particular area on the bed, revealing an elegant, black gift box about the size of a large book. Your lips part slightly as you pick up the box, captivated by it's alluring magnetism. Taking off the lid, your brows furrow slightly in confusion. It's a chain. A long, thick slip chain that looks like a necklace but almost long enough to be a leash.

As your finger smoothes over the cold indentations of the chain, you hear a creak come from the floor behind you. In a startled jump, you drop the box- a slight ringing sound deafens the scene even more from the chain hitting the floor. But that's not your concern. Because as you turn around, you see him.

Within arms reach, you are confronted with the person that's been behind all of this. He's even taller up close, broader. Dressed in all black attire, this time swapping the black hoodie for a black t-shirt and black leather jacket. And without the hood, you're able to see the elongated white face from earlier.

It's a Ghostface mask.

He stands as still as a statue, watching you intently, waiting. Your eyes persist in looking him over as your chest rises and falls deeply. When your gaze meets his face once again, his head creepily tilts ever so slightly to one side.

"What's the matter?" He speaks, his voice deep and low, "you look like you've seen a ghost," the tone almost mocking.

Squinting your eyes, you look at him again. And this time you really look at him. His body frame, the clothes, the familiarity of his voice. Your eyes widen at the realization.

"Bucky?" you gape, completely stupefied. Taking the first fearless step in what feels like months, you wrap your arms around him. He returns the sentiment and you feel safe, for the first time in what feels like forever. It suddenly dawns on you that he's not actually on a mission. And probably never was.

"What- What is this?" You ask, looking up at him, slightly pushing the mask up to reveal his stubbled chin and promiscuous grin.

"There’s just something so dark and exhilarating about an unknown man behind a mask that stalks and is obsessed with you. The anonymity of it..." He repeats back the words you said to him a few months ago watching the Scream movie.

The memory of you how you told him about this kink of yours curls around your mind. That this entire time, you were never in any kind of serious danger, he just brought it to life. Weeks and months of preparation went into this, here, tonight. You should have known all along that Bucky would never have been so nonchalant about you in any type of significant situation. You're safe. You always were and always will be.

The tiny icy footprints that had trailed up your spine were long gone, now replaced with a burning and tantalizing desire. You've missed him, thinking he was away while you were dealing with this on your own. But now he's here, fulfilling your deepest desires.

Looking up, Bucky's Pacific blue eyes are already gazing down into yours, a built up and unsatisfied hunger prominent. Moving up onto your tiptoes and grabbing him behind the neck, you bring down his head and capture his lips.

Your mouth parted his, gliding and massaging his tongue with your own. A low growl reverberated from within his throat with approval, and promise to make everything up to you tenfold. Bucky's intoxicating cypress scent fills your nostrils as your inhaled deeply, pressing your breasts up into his chest. Taking off the leather gloves and shrugging his jacket onto the floor, his hands started to wildly wander around your body, giving light squeezes on your hips before settling and interlacing gingerly in your hair.

That didn't last long, though. There was a sudden and hard tug from where Bucky held your hair, enough to pull the two of you apart. The aggressiveness of the gesture was unexpected, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't fucking love it. His eyes linger on your already swollen lips, now wearing a pursed, provocative grin. His hand releases the tight grip he had on your loose curls, watching the relief from the sting flash across your eyes. Bucky has always been tender, gentle and using your body as a place of worship-but tonight is different.

Grabbing the hem of your sweater, he maneuvers it up and off to join his growing pile of discarded clothes. Dropping to his knees with a loud thud, he undoes the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down and weaving his tongue along the freshly exposed skin. Hissing through your teeth, your hips instinctively press forward. He lets out a dark laugh, before grabbing the chain you dropped before. Standing back up, he takes your hand, "Come," he says, leading you towards the cornered edge of the mattress.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, his muscular body causes it to sink slightly. His free hand, still holding the chain, grips his own thigh before giving it a light pat, "Sit," he commanded, again keeping that firm edge in his voice that you weren't used to. You enthusiastically follow his orders, sitting delicately facing outward in just your matching ivory lace bra and panties. It's hard not to notice how you just fit. And how much you secretly love his significantly large frame pressed against your much more petite body in comparison to his.

The soft tip of his nose runs along the outside of your neck, his large hands coasting along your shoulders, down your arms, sides, before settling on your thighs. The calluses on his hands leaving a sensational trail of tingles and heat to disperse under your skin.

"Look," his head nods forward once to get your attention, and now you see the reason why he sat you here. In the corner of the bedroom, just a few feet away, is a full length standing mirror angled perfectly to reflect everything.

You see yourself, already flushed with arousal and breathing heavily as you make eye contact with Bucky in the mirror. His devious smile pins you in place as you watch his hands pry open your legs, entrancingly over his. They willingly spread open wide for him, your restless hips now squirming, aching for more. His fingertips trace small circles on your inner thigh.

"I want you to see your face as you fall apart, " he taunted, his voice sultry in your ear, still holding your gaze in the mirror. His middle finger skims across your already embarrassingly dampened panties, causing your back to press against his rigid chest.

There was a vague rattling sound, followed by Bucky placing the large opening of the looped chain over your head and around your neck, “Bucky, what are you doing-” you watch curiously in the mirror. Part of the chain dangles between your breasts, which he wraps around his hand once and slowly starts to pull, causing the loop around your neck to compress.

It’s a choker.

Your eyes go wide, nervousness rippling through you as you grasp his intentions, “Bucky, I don’t know-”

“Do you really think you have a choice?” he barked, pulling the Ghostface mask down back onto his face. Talking to you through the mirror, “I won’t hurt you. Trust me,” he whispers, breaking character for a moment to assure you’re safe.

You nod in response, your reflection visibly eases in the mirror as the necklace slackens around your throat. He lets the chain lax too, for now.

Large hands are back to kneading your thighs, a lone finger brushing between your legs when gravitating along the inside. It’s not long until the sensation has you starting to wriggle once again.

Cupping your sex, his hand gently moves up and down, keeping a firm, yet delicate and delicious pressure. Your greedy hips tilt forward, wanting more from his right hand, while the coolness of his left continues to lazily stroke over your skin. But when that icy touch quickly grabs and tears your underwear off in one jolt, you gasp at the tiny bite the ripping cloth left behind.

Now you’re left wide and exposed- to yourself, to Bucky, to the reflections of yourselves staring intensely, watching every movement. The warmth of his hand is back, leisurely gliding two fingers between your already achingly wet pussy. Swallowing hard, your breath hitches as you can not only feel, but see, yourself start to lose composure.

Bucky pulls the two fingers away, holding them up just to your mouth, "wet them for me," he instructs, his voice silk like satin. Taking the two fingers into your mouth, your tongue swirled rapidly around the digits, savoring the salty-sweetness of your arousal. Slowly pulling them back out, you see them shine with your saliva.

Something comes over you in that moment, call it gluttonous, but you pool some extra moisture into your mouth and spit onto the fingers. Just for good measure.

There's a murmured hum of approval in your ear as he spreads your folds, teasing your increasingly sensitive clit between his two fingers. And getting Bucky's praise will only enhance the entire night. Your legs quiver at the deliberate sluggish pace, letting out shaky breaths as the overwhelming throbbing demands more attention.

Finally, the pads of those fingers start to rub your bundle of nerves in unhurried circles. Gripping onto his thigh to steady yourself, your nails clutching his jeans, a whine escapes as your hips try to buck against his hand.

That dark laugh is in your ear again, "good girls don't come until I tell them too," Bucky breathes, overly indulging in how you respond to his touch. It feels like torture, in the best possible way. The combination of his words and caress... you have never felt this good. This wanted.

Your head falls back slightly against his shoulder in small disappointment, whimpering, knowing that he's going to make you beg. And you're getting desperate enough to do so.

The leisurely pace of his fingers picks up, causing your back to arch away from his chest as you start panting. Each swipe building pleasure, layer on top of agonizing layer. Finding yourself in the mirror again, you unapologetically watch as your body vigorously writhes against his hand, your moans spilling from your mouth more and more.

"How badly do you want to come, princess?" The Ghost breathed, his chest rising and falling heavily now, trying to fight off his own desire, evident from the hard protrusion you keep rolling your hips against.

"S-so bad... Please! Please," you pleaded, not caring how desperate it sounds. Adding some additional pressure, your hips stutter. Your breathing practically stops as your moans transform into one long, drawn out strangled whine as you come apart, "O-ooh...oh my god. Oh god!"

Not even fully coming down from the repeated waves, you hear, "God's not here," growled into your ear. In one sudden movement, Bucky stands up with you in his arms before tossing you onto the bed, "just me.” the low rumble emits from his chest. Ripping off the mask, he kneels on the bed and uses his left arm to support his weight. Using those same damned two fingers, he plunges them into your drenched pussy, siphoning a sound from your throat that’s unrecognizable.

“Again,” Bucky breathes, his eyes glazed over with a new kind of wickedness as they lock into yours, “Come for me again. I fucking love all the sounds you make,” With his palm face up, his fingers start pumping you from the inside, running over your g-spot in a come here motion.

Since there was no remission from your last orgasm, the tightness in your belly never fully went away. Watching Bucky, seeing him in the tight black t-shirt while his bicep flexes from working you, his slightly furrowed brow and his lips slightly parted in determination, you could feel it building up once again.

Feeling your walls contract around him, he grinned. He changes his hand motions to going in a frantic up and down movement, and if you know, you know. Your rasped whimpers became silent as you forgot how to breathe and your vision blurred. The build up came on so fast and so strong, the only sound in the room was your ever increasing wetness.

Your mouth dropped open into a silent O, not able to think not a single coherent thought, "Thaaat's it..." Bucky coaxed, "I want you to gush all over my fucking hand," and with his words, your body quivers as you completely shatter with a loud cry. "Goood girl. God, what a good fucking girl," he soothes. You winced slightly as he pulled out his fingers, collapsing back more into the bed as you try to rein in remembering how to breathe. Bucky sits back on his knees, and almost entirely up to his elbow is glistening with how hard you just came.

With a flat tongue, he presses it to his palm, and licks all the way up to the tip of his middle finger, "Perfect," Bucky hums in satisfaction to himself. Your throat goes dry at the sight, being the cherry on top of all the mouth breathing you've been doing. Am I fucking dreaming?

Pushing his jeans down to his knees, his thick, flushed cock rebounds out of his boxers. Bucky grabs you by the hips, pulling you down the bed before flipping you over onto all fours. Each of his hands grabs a fistfull of your ass, before slapping one side. You moan at the bite of the smack, feeling delusional from needing him inside you so badly. He rubs the reddened cheek before dropping a teeth grazed kiss on the sensitive skin.

There's a coolness between your legs, and you realize that it's your juices sliding down your thighs. Not needing any preparation, you feel the tip of Bucky's fat cock lining up to slide into your tight little slit. He rubs the head up and down, lubricating just enough to push himself in. As he started to sink into you, it took every bit of will you had not to collapse as you felt his slight struggle to get in.

"Fuck, you're tight," he sighs. But truth be told, he's just that big. As if he had a direct roadmap, he slides in effortlessly right to the hilt, poking the sweetest spot of all making you choke out a sob, "You can take it, can't you angel?" He breathes huskily, amusement draped around the words as he dragged his cock back maliciously slow, letting you feel the ridge of each vein, every delectable centimeter of his length.

You feel your eyes roll closed, enjoying the all consuming sensation. With one quick thrust all at once, Bucky simultaneously yanks on the chain of the forgotten choker forcing your eyes open with a loud cry to find him glaring at you in the mirror, "Look at me when I'm fucking you," he reprimanded, in a subdued yet stern voice.

He started to move in a merciless rhythm, keeping the chain taut in one of the hands that clenched your hips. Each thrust delivered not only a delectable deep nudge against your cervix, but a small slap of his balls to your achingly sensitive clit. The combination of internal and external stimulation has you singing your own personal explicit cry, almost on the verge of tears with the intensity.

It's almost cruel the way that he fucks you, like he's dismantling you piece by piece, mentally, physically, emotionally. Never have you been treated like such a prize possession and a cheap whore at the same time. Your walls flutter around his cock, swallowing him needing moremoremore. You're body's accepted that this pussy is Bucky's. It's meant for him. It was made for him.

In the reflection you can see Bucky wet his lips, his eyes darting between yours and your ass bouncing off of his snapping hips. He continues to murmur soft, filthy praises as he fucks another orgasm from you. The choker tensed as you came, making the edges of your vision blurry- your walls clenching so tightly, causing each stroke to become more intense than the next. After you completely shattered, the chain went slack once again.

Manhandling you one last time, Bucky lays back flat on the bed and positions you to straddle him. You shake your head in an almost delirious state, "I-I can't. Buck, I-" you whisper, thoroughly cock drunk, "I can't," you pleaded.

"Yes you can, angel," his hands glide over your sweat coated thighs, a lecherous expression on his face. You nod ever so slightly, because even as spent and exhausted as you feel, you want to see him come apart. You want to look down into his eyes as joins you in the fucked out bliss.

You grab the base of his cock, using it to align yourself before sliding back down on top of him. Bucky's eyes widen, watching intensely as your bodies joined one another. All the air releases out of his lungs at the sight of your greedy pussy sucking him all the way in- deeper, your thighs already trembling. His hands clench your hips as your they start to grind back and forth.

His ab muscles flex under your nail piercing grasp- that pressure once again starting to build. He's just so deep, you're still just so wet from coming 3 times in a row, and now his wide tip is nestled so perfectly against your cervix that each motion of your body feels like you're going to spontaneously combust and die. But there's no way that heaven could be better than this. Those painfully beautiful sapphire blue eyes filled with an rapacious hunger that only you can fulfill.

You're mouth opens in attempt to say his name like a prayer, or something as equally dirty, but all that comes out is a sputter of shuddered gasps. Bucky's unapologetically loud moans grow more frequent, turning into their own long, drawn out beautiful melody, "fuck," he whispers, "that's so good."

Leaning down, chest to chest, you capture his lips in yours- swallowing those gorgeous sounds. Bucky takes this opportunity to thrust his hips up, massaging your inner walls as you push back against him. The loud smacking of flesh borderline drown out the sounds of both your orgasms, but you could feel the vibration from deep within Bucky's throat through the kiss. Rope after rope, you could feel his warmth emptying inside of you.

The strokes became laguid as he maintained the kiss- Bucky's hands cupping your face gently, which was such a dichotomy compared to the way he fucked you tonight. You finally pull your lips apart, collapsing fully on top of his body. Laying in silence, all you can hear is each other's ragged breathing and the drumming of his heart in your ear against his chest.

"I am... never getting rid of that fucking mask," Bucky chuckles lightly.

"Just so you know," you prop your chin up on your palm, "there's 5 other movies in the franchise."

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CS55E4

Pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: p in v, blow job, unprotected sex, making out

Carlos sits in his study after a long day at work. His tie half undone, the first few buttons of shirt undone, hair rustled and a glass of whiskey in his hand. You come over to his study in your silk slip on and lightly knock the door. He looks over to you and smiles, acknowledging you. Taking that as a yes to come in, you enter his study.

He continues to sip on his whiskey but you take it from his hand and place it on the table next to the leather sofa.

“How was work, love,” you ask as you settle next to him.

He looks back at you adoringly and pulls you close to him while groggily replying, “Very tiring, mi amor”.

“Then let me make you feel better.”

He nods his head slowly as he holds on to your waist as you throw your leg across his lap and straddle him. Carlos rests his hands on your hip, and moves your hips as slow as he could. You sit deeper into his lap to feel his tightening crotch. Moving closer to his face, you grab his chin and kiss him as your other entangles within his lucious locks. He moves your hand away from his face and grabs your chin firmly and kisses you even more fiercely- with more passion. Meanwhile you now start grinding much harder making him grunt at each stroke of your hips against his clothed bump.

When Carlos is about to lift your dress up, you slip off of him and onto the floor. You spread his legs and kneel between them. He slips further into the sofa and helps you unzip his trousered and undo his belt.

You tie your hair into a makeshift knot and look at his starving dick in admiration. Its blushing tip has you throbbing down there. Without wasting any more time you Lena forward and take him in as much as you can and stroke the rest with your hand.

You swirl your tongue around his veiny cock, feeling the lines wrapping around with your wet muscle and stroking the remainder as fast as your hands let you. You keep swirling until your out of breathe and then dive back into bobbing his shaft in and out of your mouth. Carlos keeps praising you while he continues to grunt and moan lowly, encouraging you to keep moving. Just as you come up for your second breath he pushes you deeper into him. You gag around his cock but hold still regardless of the gagging sensation that brings tears to your eyes.

Carlos is this close to cumming inside your one but he refuses to do so. He lifts you on to his lap and slides his dick right into your wet hole, releasing almost immediately. You shiver at the sensation of the thick white liquid covering your velvety walls.

He grabs you into another kiss as he pistols into you. You feel his dick hardening again and prepare yourself for another round. He kisses you feverishly, slipping the straps of your slip on down to reach your tender breasts. Taking each in his mouth, he swirls his tongue around it and bites gently causing you to spasm in his touch.

You grind against him as he pushes into you. As he kisses your body making sure to make every part feel loved you can feel yourself getting closer. Clutching his shirt you drop your head onto his broad shoulder and let yourself go as you feel him relaxing inside of you.

Carlos kisses your forehead. You rest still, feeling streaks of mixed cum leaking through.

Reaching out for the whiskey, Carlos takes a sip and makes you take a sip which you gladly do. And when you’re done taking a breath, he carries you over to your shared bedroom for a cleanup and some sound sleep.

[holylulusworld]

Wolfishly

Summary: Omega meets alpha.

Pairing: Alpha!Walter Marshall x Omega!Reader

Warning: a hint of harassment (not Walter), angry Walter, protective Walter, a/b/o, scenting, implied smut, tension, needy reader, size difference

Your eyes are glued to the stranger who stands a few feet away from you. He asks the clerk about a book he’s looking for and you are ready to roll over for him and let him do unspeakable things to you. He’s all you ever wanted in your mate.

Lucious locks. Scuffed beard. Thick muscles fighting his pullover, straining against the fabric. Perfect scent. Pure alpha.

You swallow thickly. The alpha rolls up his sleeves. The muscles in his forearms look thick, just like his whole body. He’s the embodiment of a man. An alpha. Your dream mate.

“Miss, did you even listen?” a man clicks his tongue to get your attention. “Hello, I don’t have all day. Stop staring holes into the air and give me the books.”

“Books,” you babble. The alpha’s scent has your mouth watering, and it takes anything in you to not drool. 

“The books in your hands, miss. Do you want to buy them or not!” the clerk snaps at you, making you flinch. 

“Sorry, I was…lost in thoughts. I want to buy the books,” you apologize, even though, the man is a little too aggressive for your liking. 

“Give them to me.” The man almost rips the books out of your hands. He glares at you. “If you want to drool all over that guy, do it outside the store.”

“Listen, what I do is none of your concern,” you snap at the unfriendly man. “You know what, keep the books. This used to be a nice store, but I’ll find a new one in no time.”

“You will pay for the books. Your sweaty hands were all over the covers!” the man grunts, making you flinch. You step back only to bump into a firm chest.

A large hand gently placed on your shoulder immediately calms you.

“Do we have a problem here, boy?” oh, fuck. The alpha you were secretly following around the bookstore barks at the clerk. For you. He tries to defend you. “I don’t think she wants you to talk like that to her.”

“Who do you think you are?” Ah, the guy is not the smartest. The alpha standing behind you to literally have your back is twice the clerk’s size. 

“I’m Detective Marshall to you, boy,” the alpha snarls. “She doesn’t want the books. You better apologize to her, or we can talk outside, and I remind you what customer service means.”

“I-I,” the man stammers now. He shrinks into himself as the alpha sidesteps you to tower over the poor guy. “I’m sorry, miss.”

“Next time, you will not get away so easily. Did your family not teach you manners? How dare you talk like that to her!”

“Sir…it’s fine,” you whisper, not daring to speak louder to the alpha. He seems to speak in a frenzy and you don’t want to anger him too. “I think he got it.”

“You think so?” you shriek as the alpha turns around faster than expected from a man his size. He looks down at you, eyes searching your face. 

The alpha looks so much taller up close, and you are fairly sure, your panties just dropped for him on their own. You whimper, eyes glued to his wide chest. He’s dwarfing anyone at the store with his sheer presence. Including you.

“You’re trembling,” he whispers lowly. His large hand cradles your face to tilt your head in submission. He licks his lips and hums in appreciation as you close your eyes, and allow him to bury his face in your neck. “Not out of fear.”

“Not out of fear.”

He takes his sweet time to inhale your scent and then he says, “I’ll take you home.” A question is not in his words as he presses his lips to your mating gland. “And take care of your soaked panties, sweet thing.”

“I don’t even know your name,” you try to fight your lower half. What if this dream of an alpha is a bad man? What if he hurts you?

“My name is Walter,” he chuckles against you. “You will remember it soon, omega. You’ll scream it when I’m inside of you.”

“I—I,” all you get out is a husky moan.

“And after I’m done with you,” he tilts your head again to force you to look up at him, “you’ll call me your alpha…”

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[themuffin2649]

💈🪮 Hair Swap! 🪮💈

Vincent: “Dammit Leon, cutting off all my hair and shit! Now I have to wear this disgusting wig! I’M SKINNING HIM ALIVE FOR THIS!!!”

Leon: “Who Knew that Vincent had these thick and Lucious locks, no wonder my friend’s face gets all red over him! I wonder how much his hair care routine costs?”

Meanwhile, MC is just flabbergasted on what he’s seeing.

[dienette-666]

[GUTS SPILLING OUT] - Unit S.L.E.D.G.E Leon S Kennedy x OC

Pairing: Leon S Kennedy x OC Tags: cheeky, flirting, sexual tension, building of a relationship, strangers to lovers, injuries, mental health, past trauma, TW: graphic description of wounds, overcoming trauma, emotional bond, Summary: A sarcastic and even more so traumatized BSAA Officer found her peace of mind in the lucious green of Woodkirk's forests, where BSAA authorities had "kindly" established the rehabilitation and training camp "ReTra" vor all soldiers too messed up and broken down to be immediately sent back into yet another suicide mission for the greater good. However, a slash to her guts later along with a marathon to run for her life and a missed swoosh to the head of a mysterious blonde with her coat rack, the brunette found herself acquainted with Leon S Kennedy himself.

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PART ONE - Guts spilling out

The dawn of this very Sunday - it was April - had announced itself mightily, by silencing the chirping birds and striking the pale, blue sky with its suffocating clouds of an ashy grey color. Even the moon had been greedy with its glow – merely scattering weak beams of light upon the busy highways and rural areas.

In the pulsating darkness of that night, swollen puddles marked the sodden gravel paths, cold drizzle tickled the calm surfaces of nearby waters and the whistling wind lulled even the most reluctant visitor to the "ReTra camp" in Woodkirk to sleep.

The sun hadn’t even set properly, as its golden rays were harshly swallowed by dense towers of clouds and the first droplets of rain had started falling, right when General Brooks was busy locking the entrance to the camp with two thick chains and called in the last soldier, who hadn't stopped running his legs sore since afternoon.

While ReTra therefore proceeded according to its daily protocol, everyone stationed there knew how to behave and peacefully settled into their cabins as dusk fell, rushing tires screeched wildly across the asphalt of the adjacent highway, hurling themselves through the sticky mud of nearby dirt roads and finally, coming to a silent halt at the edge of the Woodkirk forest – smoking with frictional heat.

Between its untouched treetops and massive rocks, no roaring truck and no agile bike could fit, but only the brunette with her body's exhaling strength.

The dripping wet leaves of shrubs along her path clung to the tattered sleeve of her dark green plaid button up, while the cold rain settled around her shoulders like a stinging breeze, drawing an icy chill into her skin and causing her muscles to stiffen.

The hem of her flared jeans soaked up the muddy water, that she flung up the narrow gravel path with each disoriented step.

She was not a prepared hiker, a secret agent in a tight black outfit, nor a brainless teenager, seeking adrenaline in the shadows of the night.

For if she were a hiker, she'd be lugging a heavy backpack, lacing sturdy trekking shoes with a rough profile around her feet, and throwing on tactical pants with a cheeky camouflage print, instead of hurrying around knee-high grass in nothing but a plaid shirt and way too fancy bell-bottoms, tearing her elbows on the rough bark of ancient trees.

The panicked brunette seemed out of place and completely ill-fitted in the overgrown wilderness that surrounded her like a pitch-black cave.

The only thing that even remotely aired her true purpose, was a leather weapon holster that strapped tightly around her thigh, but was yelpingly empty.

However, her determined steps, the straight path she steadily took and the committed glance she cast, before turning in yet another direction, revealed that she couldn't have been lost after all.

Calculated yet staggering weakly, she turned left when she had to and held her course until a right fork called out to her.

The flat heel of her neat Chucks sank deep into the dirt and rose from the slippery ground again, this time stained by mud, while her hurried steps began to lose their span and pace.

Each breath squeezed her chest tightly, only to puff it up widely again in the next moment - forcing the forest's moist air into her lungs.

Her calves began to toughen like over-chewed gum and the white tank top under her button-up became so wet, that she gradually grew unable to distinguish the rain from her bleeding wound.

It was an oozing wound, her brutally torn skin in the shape of three barbaric claw marks and the fleshy red color, which melted into the fibers of her simple white top.

With every of her snorting breaths and each time the muscles of her abdomen spasmed into a cramp, its ribbed fabric got stuck in the throbbing gash and plucked at it to the brunette's suffering.

The wide cuts stamped themselves into the cloth of her white tank top, yet gradually washed away with the pattering rain.

So, the top wrapped itself tighter and tighter around her shaken ribs, whereas the browned blood slowly soaked itself up to her bra and exposed the paleness of her cold skin underneath.

Eventually there came a point, when she no longer knew to make out whether the wetness around the waistband of her pants came from the insatiable rain, or if it was the gore pouring out of her own guts.

Therewith came black dots flickering in her vision - a shallow drift from consciousness to unconsciousness - and yet the brunette kept tramping through the undergrowth, until the forest’s dense trees gradually thinned out and the pitch-black outline of the training camp appeared against the pale night sky.

Her temples were undercut with blood, her upper lip viciously torn on the right side, and the inside of her cheeks completely chewed up by the grinding bites, that the pain coaxed out of her.

With the brunette’s lips trembling as if she was freezing terribly and her left arm wrapped around her crunching ribs, she ducked under the wetly dripping chains of the entrance with the last strength of her numb legs - already plotting out the way to her cabin in her fogged-up mind. The edge of her delicate shoe tore gravel along, whilst her weight stirred up the swollen ground under her soles into narrow streaks and left irrevocable traces of her presence. And yet, she met her silently planned route to the meter. 

Thus, however, the moment of unbarring pain announced itself, where the overflowing aches of her torn skin began to mimic the beating of her very heart and the searing burning became more overwhelming, than the brunette could have ever been able to endure.

The nipping of her teeth into the sore flesh of her cheek, the embattled grip of her pointed fingernails into the sides of her torso, and the harsh growl that escaped her throat like a bestial snarl, were nowhere near enough to express the pain and terrified panic within her.

Although the seriously wounded brunette did not want to arouse any commotion, let alone wake any of her sleeping comrades, her unbearable suffering chased any of those rational thoughts out of her mind a unbarring pain and replaced her initial cautiousness with an animalistic instinct of survival.

The staggered sleeping cabins were built across a large courtyard, that was meant for the locally stationed residents' morning runs, whereas the panting brunette hardly even arrived at the corner of the guard house in the entrance area of the ReTra camp.

Eventually, her knees blocked from advancing, begging for a break, right as they let out a rusty crack and inevitably forced the brunette to halt and clamp her red-stained fingers around a rusty rain pipe for a brief moment.

The stained metal tube vibrated under her fingertips, as masses of water washed through, giving her a new sensation to focus on.

However, it would never be cold or rushing enough, to quench the infinitely deep ache clawing at her waist.

Losing her balance on one of her heels, the brunette therefore grasped the rippling pipe all the tighter and ultimately couldn't take it anymore.

Each of her vertebrae curled into a quivering hollowed back, while she pitifully reached her right arm to the ground, trembling bitterly, until finally a thundering scream tore itself from her throat, which she had tried to suppress for so long.

It made her lips twitch and her cheeks tremble - a frothy thread of saliva dripping from her split lips as she contorted her face for a moment, to unravel the true despair inside, leaving her torso to hang down inevitably exhausted. 

The pain-distorted scream, that got louder as her suffering reached a new high, echoed across each pebble amongst the soaked dirt, moving every little puddle, and yet the courtyard remained silently still.

Before her arrival, the brunette had managed not to sob and to even forget the wound on her stomach, due to the ferally pumping adrenaline in her body.

But now, as she already saw the safety of her little cabin from a reachable distance and knew to soon have reached her destination, she was given no other choice, than to be caught by the sheer horror that marked her abdomen.

Thus, the intolerable rumbling in her guts continued to plague her, but the brunette finally gave herself a firm jerk away from the downpipe, stumbling for a few steps at first, but then compulsively catching herself and fighting against every throb of her wounds.

The purposeful brunette, who had previously turned nimbly around every tree and ducked just when she had to, turned into a disoriented woman who, from one blink of an eye to the next, was suddenly no longer certain which cabin was really hers.

Her memory deceived her treacherously, as she first tried the small key to her room on the iron lock of one of the six doors and tried to hit the keyhole with her dazed, numb fingers.

Followingly, the grooves of her silver key struck the rusty lock unsuccessfully at first, right before the brunette ended up jiggling at it in frustration.

The old wooden door wobbled on its hinges, but would not open at any price. And that was simply, because it was the wrong one.

With great effort, she spluttered in confusion, shimmying herself to the knob of the adjacent door and crashed into it uncontrollably, as her trembling fingers tried to thread the key inside once more.

This time its indentations fit like a glove and so the dizzy brunette turned the key a few times to her right, before immediately pushing the door open.

[winterthur]

GIVE DICK GRAYSON LONG HAIR

[buckmepapi]

Desperate || Bucky Barnes drabble

Smutty drabble time BaYBEEE

A/N: not proofread.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!avenger!reader

Warnings: heavy heavy disgusting depraved smut, needy!feral!bucky, lots of dirty talk, creampie. 18+ minors DNI

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Just thinking depraved, sinful thots about Bucky and how much he cums.

Like he cums. A lot. He hasn’t had sex since the 40s, he’s touch depraved, needy, starved, desperate to cum in something that isn’t his tight fist or his fleshlight imagining it was you bouncing on top of him.

So when you were both screaming at each other over your carelessness on a mission, as soon as the jet landed he dragged you to his room and shoved you against the door. Ragged hot breaths against each other turned into you lunging at him pressing your soft lips on to his, as soon as you did, he couldn’t take it anymore, and you began to claw at each other’s clothes as you fumbled to the floor right by the doors entryway.

And he’s not ashamed of how loud he is. He’s too lost in the pleasure of how tight and wet your walls feel to even notice let alone care about the things he’s whispering in your ear as he ruts into you.

“Oh fuck goddamn” his deep baritone voice groaning into your ear sends a pleasant shockwave throughout your body causing your walls to contract around him, his hips stuttering at the unexpected tightness of your heat “Jesus shit, baby, this fucking pussy, holy shit!” His hips begin to pick up a frantic pace, increasingly needy as he buries his face in your neck and whimpers.

He hasn’t felt this good in forever. Bucky can’t remember if sex ever felt this good before you. From the first thrust into your tight hole, he knew he’d be whipped for you.

“Baby, please don’t stop” he cries into your neck as you wrap your legs around him squeezing him further , groaning loudly as he thinks about how you’re essentially trapping him into you with no escape, and by god Bucky doesn’t think he could leave even if he wanted to. “Never stop” he whispers under his breath, your manicured hand clutches his lucious brown locks as you pull him closer into your neck, your right hand reaches to grab at the muscled skin of his back, scratching your nails down him so hard that he hisses as he slightly bleeds “never stop giving me this fucking pussy. Let me have it baby. Let me have it always. God I never wanna leave baby baby baby”. His words begin to slur together as if drunk off the nectar you’ve provided and at the thought of this big burly deadly man losing all his inhibitions, burying himself inside of you tutting against you frantically, rhythm faltering, whimpering and moaning and clinging on to you so fucking tight like a feral animal lost in the throws of heat. His mind is gone. There’s no rational thought. Only the thought of your soaking wet and greedy pussy and all the glory it has to offer him. It’s dirty, filthy and it’s primal. Fucking you on the dirty floor like an animal. To desperate to have each other to care where you are. Fuck. Girls in the 40s weren’t like this, so when you scream and moan all sorts of disgusting filth in his ears he loses it. Not even caring if he’s hurting you, or going to deep, his only mission is to use you like a fucktoy, taking what he wants from your body,

“Daddy, your big fat cock is so fucking deep inside me” you moan as you grab him by his ass cheeks, unbuckled pants still around his meaty thighs, you begin to push him into you desperate to have his thick cock reach into the depths of your soul.

“Babygirl…” Bucky can’t believe what he’s hearing. Did he die and go to heaven? His dream girl; taking his cock so fucking well, better than anyone has ever taken it before, and saying things he didn’t even knew he needed. He growls as he lifts you legs up, his inner elbows fitting under each of your knees, pushing your legs till they each your head, he groans at your incredible flexibility “shitting hell” he keeps your legs pinned by your head as your ass rises, further presenting your holes to him as he rises slightly to plunge deeper into you, his legs extended wide, balancing on the tips of his toes as he slams into you, the sound of skin on skin smacking without remorse reverberates throughout the hallway and with how hard and fast he’s going, probably throughout the whole compound too.

Sweat is dripping from his browline and landing on your chest as his head is dipped low to watch your stretched walls grip his cock everytime he pulls out to slam back in again.

“Daddy please, daddy daddy, please can I cum on your cock” you’re screaming as he begins to go almost seemingly impossibly faster.

His breath is getting heavier with each word that leaves your lips, he can’t believe he has you cumming without even touching you, he’s in awe of how perfect you really are. Your words have him glaring into your eyes with savage intent as he locks his jaw and growls “baby you’re taking me so fucking well, I can’t believe it, your pussy is a work of art baby girl, I want you to cum for me, no I need you to fucking for me, I want to feel your juices all over me, give me that fucking cream baby girl, cream on daddy’s big fat cock and he’ll fill you so good you’ll be feeling him so deep, dripping out of you for days”

You begin to wail and scream gripping him hard as he slams his metal hand to the wall by the door, a dent forming around his closed fist

“Bucky! Bucky!” You scream. If no one heard you both before, they definitely heard you now from the holes Bucky has punched into the wall trying to stop himself from cumming first.

“Come on baby, I can’t hold on any longer” he pleads as he places his left hand on your face, caressing your cheek, wiping your tears, a stark contrast to how he’s currently railing into you as if your insides aren’t being torn a part by this Adonis of a man. “Y/n I need you to cum, you’re so close I can feel it. please fucking cum, I’m begging you sweetheart, I need to fill you, need to claim you from the inside”

Suddenly his words catapult you over the edge, you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, they’re rolling back into your head, your mouth hung open as you feel your legs go slack around his hands, they’re shaking violently as you drool. “Oh god baby, fucking squirting on my cock” he whines as he buries his face in your neck again “thank you thank you thank you ah ah ah aAH fuck I’m gonna fucking cum baby” Bucky might as well be talking to himself at this point because you’re so far gone from your earth-shattering orgasm and the high pitched screams you’re letting out as he’s shown you absolutely no mercy in his pace since you came , you are in your own world, you can’t feel anything but his thick cock kissing your cervix as he seeks to claim you.

“Ah ah ah shit shit shiiit, you’re gonna make me bust a big fat load in you baby, I’m sorry baby there’s gonna be so much cum ah ah shit shit the serum it i - it , shit, you can take it though b-baby. Yeah baby, you’ll take it , I’m gonna flood your fucking pussy with all my fucking cum yeah ah ah ~” buckys head falls back , his eyes rolling back too as he screams , unabashed, primal, “oh fuck baby I’m cumming I’m fucking cumming. Here it cummmmssssss” he says through gritted teeth as he suddenly stops, buries himself deeper, his muscled legs going stiff with tension as they then begin to shake, there’s a deadly silence from him as he then suddenly screams “AH SHIT” as he collapses, his member engorges, and thick white gallons of cum burst rapidly in quick succession out of his reddened tip. He ruts into you gently, ropes and ropes of cum still spilling into you “oh god I’m still fucking cumming oh god” he begins to pick up the pace of his rutting as he moans further, you’re clinging to him again, close to squirting all over him again. He’s pounding into you again, his cum has finally stopped pouring into you but he’s seeking another barely before his last has finished. He can’t get enough. And with just a few more pumps he’s screaming again, his cock is extra sensitive that it’s bordering on painful but he doesn’t care he’s desperate to poor his load into you one more time.

“Daddy please come in me I’ve been such a good girl; I’m your best girl daddy please give me your cream I want it please please cum inside me”

“Shit baby ah shit I’m fucking cumming again, take my fucking kids, baby” he screams as his fist slams into the floor besides your head as he snarls. His words catapult you over the edge again and before you know if you’re joining in the symphony of screams, milking him for all he’s worth, prolonging his life-changing orgasm as you drain his balls dry.

You both collapse into each other in a heap on the floor as his panting begins to subside, you both just stay there holding on to each other for dear life, afraid to move, afraid to let go, wanting to live in this moment forever. And for the first time in a long time, Bucky is at peace.

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A/N: THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO HE A DRABBLE. CLEARLY IVE LOST MY FUCKING MIND AND NEED TO SEEK MEDICAL HELP. GOODBYE IM EMBARRASSED

Kill me

[shiggyscumrag]

Tamaki Amajiki brain rot

I just cant stop imagining sitting on his lap and sucking eachothers faces off- like ugh it would be so sloppy and sweet. Him whimpering into your mouth as he revels at your taste. Heat rising between you two as you start playing with his hair. Twirling it in your finger at first, then just full on running your fingers through his purple locks.

You pulling away and him burying his face in your neck as he plants soft love filled kisses, leaving a few love bites as he goes. You accidentally grind yourself against him making him let out a little moan agaisnt your neck. You continue to grind yourself against him after hearing his reaction. He gripped your hips harder and began to whimper. You hold onto his shoulders as he starts to move your hips faster and having you apply more pressure against his hardening member.

You whimper his name which makes him look at you with lidded eyes when you ask him to fuck you. He kisses your lips then flips you on your back onto the couch. He kisses you again while slowly undoing his belt. After slipping it off he unzips his pants, then messes with your pants and strips you of them. After your in your undies he pulls away and slowly pulls them off of you and ogles at the sight of your pretty cunt. You get embarrassed and cover your face as you tell him to stop staring. He just chuckles before kissing the back of your hands then your stomach making way to your lucious thick thighs. He kissed all over your stretch marks and cellulite, leaving a few hickies in the process. Then he left a little peck on your clit making you jump out of surprise and pleasure. He giggles at that and licks a strip up you cunt making you shiver and moan out his name. He slipped a digit watching it disappear into you. He pumped in and out of your slowly, adding another to loosen you up.

Once you are loose enough he pulls his fingers out and tastes you agaisnt his tongue. He groaned out at your taste, complimenting you after. He kisses you again as he lines up with your entrance. You can taste yourself on his tongue. You felt his tip brush against your entrance making you whimper against his lips. He cooed at you and gently stroke the side of your face as he slowly pushed himself in. You gasped at the feeling of him filling you up, he hissed at the feeling of your hot gummy walls around him.

A small moan left his lips as he bottomed out in you, your nails digging into his biceps leaving little crescent shapes in his skin. Once he knew you were adjusted nicely to his size he slowly started to pump in and out of you. Moans filled the room as you both worked towards your highs. You pulled him down to your face as you started to make out with him. Pulling away a string of saliva still connecting your lips. Grabbing his hand you put his fingers in his mouth and began to suck on them. Praise after praise fell from his lips as he told you how good you felt and how you made him feel so good. You could feel your high approaching when you pulled his soaked fingers out of your mouth and placed them on you clit, silently pleading for him to play with it. As he rubs tight circles against you you can feel yourself fall over the edge. You let out a loud moan and call out his name over and over again. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the feeling of your walls milking him. After helping you ride out your high he pulled out and spilled his hot seed over your stomach, leaning over you and eyes shut in pure ecstasy. He let out a loud broken moan of your name.

[asafeplacetostay]

The smile- Angry x reader

There was something about (Y/n) that drew people to her. I guess it didn't hurt that she was a good looking girl; but it was more than that. She was quiet, but not out of painful shyness. It was a reservedness, like a conscious choice to observe the lie of the land before she got involved. Yet she wasn't stand-offish, she remained friendly faced and welcoming in body posture. It wasn't like she sat down one day and planned to be like that, it's just the way she was.

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You walked pass the ramen shop near your house, your skirt riding up so slightly, while you pulled it down in embarrasment. Maybe walking like that by the street wasn't a good idea. But you couldn't help it! Fashion was your passion, a getting ready for a day with a cute outfit was fun. Eventhough you didn't think twice about puttiong on that mini skirt that Emma gifted you for your birthday.

It would ride up your thick thighs, your blush intesifing as you once more pulled it down.

You were supposed to meet up with the Toman gang a few hours ago, Mikey said that it was an important meeting, but choosing an outfit took you like half and hour, so you were late.

Running was not an option, and riding your bike neither, taking into account that if you sat on the seat of the bike, your panties would be on display. Why didn't you think about that earlier, (y/n)!

Well, anyways, after some time walking, with your hands grabbing the black silky fabric of your skirt, trying to not get exposed, you arrived.

The first one to meet you was Emma, who had an excited grin on her beautiful face.

"You look so good, girl!" she exclaimed, twirling you around.

You blushed slightly and nodded, thanking her.

When you approached Mikey and Draken, who were standing in the middle of the gathering, your eyes caught a pair of dark blue ones, staring at you shyly, a frown on their face, as usual. His brother was beside him, a smile on his face.

Smiley waved at you to come closer, and you walked to them, turning around and listening to Mikey talk while Smiley put his arm around your shoulders, side-hugging you.

A soft voice distracted you.

"Y-you look... nice" Angry murmured under his breath, avoiding your gaze.

You beamed and patted his lucious light-blue curls.

"Thanks dude! It's a little bit hard walking on this skirt tho, it keeps riding up" you exclaimed, not noticing a red hue painting the boy's cheeks, as dirty thoughts clouded his mind.

He looked down and nodded, ignoring Smiley's sudden laugh at his embarrasment.

When the speech about taking down another group of delinquents was finished, you decided to go with the twins to their house and eat something, since they prepared ramen very well.

You loved ramen, it was one of your favourite dishes.

You rided on their bike this time, Smiley offering you his leather jacket that you instantly put on your lap. Stupid, why didn't you think about that earlier?

When you arrived, they both greeted their mom sweetly, along with you, and while Smiley took care of the food, you and Angry began setting the table.

"It's nice seeing you, guys, it's been a while" you said softly, locking eyes with the boy infront of you.

Smiley laughed and agreed from the kitchen, while Angry nodded his head.

You see, you decided to take your head out of fighting for a while, focusing on your grades, so you haven't seen the boys since your birthday party.

"It's nice having you back, we-we missed you" the blue eyed boy whispered.

"Yeah, (y/n), especially Souta here, he kept whining when he didn't see you on gang meetings!"

"Shut up Nahoya!"

You grinned at Angry, approaching him with calm steps, and before he could react, your hand swayed away some of his locks out of his forehead and your lips pressed down onto his temple softly.

Angry blushed a cherry red, the tips of his ears and his nose turning into the dark colour and he stared at you in desbelif.

You were beautiful, that's all he could say because this girl rendered him speechless at all times.

"H-huh?" he sttuttered, looking at his brothers eyes for some help. All he could find was Nahoya staring at both of them. His usual closed eyes open wide and his mouth agape. He could sense the smell of jealousy, but he decided to ignore it for now.

And eventhough Angry's face never changed from a frown, that day, his lips lifted upwards, the warmth that he passed onto you from his radiating glow, made her believe he was nothing but angelical.

[dad-zac]

Isaac beamed a bright smile and offered a little wave as his husband rose, dripping and glistening underneath the summer sun from the custom swimming pool they’d had built all those years ago.

“You sure you don’t want to go to Cancun?” He teased with a chuckle.

Mason shook his head, flinging water and long, unruly locks in every direction before he met Isaac’s growing grin and crossed the short distance to hold his hands. “Not if the alternative is two weeks home alone with you.”

Isaac gasped a small, strangled sound when Mason knelt to nip at the length of his husband’s neck, already pressing their bodies together suggestively. “We’re going to have to get her an award or something,” he half-heartedly joked even as Mason’s long fingers slipped the knots out of his lazy day sweats. 

“World’s best grandma,” Mason chuckled, pushing up Isaac’s bright cotton tee to kiss a trail down his husband’s taught abs as he sunk to his knees.

“I-oh god-” Isaac’s head hit the porch’s wooden support beam with a thud when his head fell back as Mason’s warm mouth closed over him. His head was spinning and it had as much to do with Mason’s ministrations as the idea that they were on 1 of 14 sacred, glorious alone-time days - with nothing but each other to enjoy and explore. 

“Fucking shit, Mase.” He grunted, low and rough in his chest when his husband chose his cock over vital air and swallowed around his throbbing head. He laced his fingers into the younger man’s thick, lucious hair and pulled, dragging his full lips up and down the older man’s solid shaft as he fucked into his husband’s eager throat with an increasing tempo of moans and groans. 

“Fuck yes, sweetheart.” He growled, pinning himself in Mason’s throat as his husband choked around him only to pull back a moment before he would have puked. He watched with a small wonder the way his heavy hands came up to grip Mason’s defined jaw before one curled around the lines of his husband’s throat as he pulled him to standing and sought his mouth.

His hand snaked into the waistband of Mason’s soaked swim shorts, gripping his solid length only to growl into his mouth as their bodies rolled together. “Breed me, daddy.”

[elfy-elf-imagines]

Return to Me P.II | Lindir

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Lindir x Human!reader

Genre: Fluff, pure fluff

Warnings: Potential toothaches...??

Words: 2,174 

Note: If you’d like to be added to a tag list for any of my works, there’s a link on my page! 12 years later we get Part 2 and the reunion of my two beans ♡

The sun is partially bright on this day, it seems, as if the sky itself is celebrating the return of Gondor’s king. Wind dances through the courtyard, making dance partners with everyone in the crowd, moving your dress with its beat. Your hair, pinned in a simple hairstyle often worn by the elves, is curled to perfection, bouncing in tune with birds singing in the distance. There’s a stupidly large grin on your face, one that you don’t care to try and force away. Everything in the past year or so has led to this very moment, every impossible moment and near death experience made it possible for peace to truly be restored to the realms as Aragorn takes his throne. The crowd is silent, watching the coronation with bated breath and wide eyes, excited and hopeful for the new chapter in their lives. Some people near the front desperately move around, trying to get a better look. 

“Now comes the day of the king, may they be blessed!” Gandalf proclaims as he lowers the crown on Aragorn’s head. Aragorn smiles up at Gandalf, the same soothing smile that makes it easy to understand Arwen’s love for him and makes it even easier to understand the love the people hold for him. He stands from his kneeling position, turning to face the cheering crowd. His cloak billows dramatically behind him, showing off his perfectly polished armor, that glimmers with the regalness expected of a king. One hand rests on the pommel of his blade while his other is outstretched. 

“This day does not belong to one man, but to all. Let us together rebuild this world; that we may share in the days of peace.” He holds both of his hands out, his voice soft, yet confident, speaking as Elessar, the King of Gondor, the rightful heir returned to his throne; not Strider, the Ranger in the North. He commands the attention of everyone just by simply being in a room, never needing to raise his voice higher than a comfortable talking volume. 

You glance at Gimli beside you, his wild red hair and beard somewhat tamed for the special event, the beads in his hair that accessorize his braids glint brightly in the sun. He holds a plush velvet pillow that moments prior Aragorn’s crown that adorns his head used to rest on. He wears a large grin you’re sure is also on your face, as relieved and ecstatic for the new era as you. You move your gaze back to Aragorn, white blossoms from The White Tree blowing in the wind, captivating your attention. Like a child catching snow, you hold out a hand, hoping to capture a blossom or two. You manage to get three. You close your hand around them, feeling the silky petals on your skin. A moment later, you open your hand and blow on the flowers, urging them to continue flying through the wind. 

And they do, they dance in the air, a beautiful waltz you could never hope to mimic. 

Aragorn descends down the stairs, nodding his head at every familiar face he passes. The procession of elves march forward, but it’s not the uptight and rigid way they march into battle, no it’s too relaxed and loose for that. Legolas steps forward, wearing ceremonial garb fitting of an elven prince, him and Aragorn clasping each other's arm. Aragorn says something to him, too quiet for you to hear. Legolas smirks, and moves his head to the left. The elves behind him move forward, one of them holding a particularly large banner, the sigil on it familiar. 

A bright smile forms on your face and your eyes practically glow in excitement. You’ve seen that banner a million times, when you would walk up and down the halls of Imladris, hung in the Hall of Fire, and even in your bedroom. She’s here, she’s really here. You knew that she wouldn’t leave for Valinor without a fight, but seeing her here, in person, puts out any lingering doubt. 

Slowly, she moves the banner aside, confirming it to be Arwen, beautiful and radiant as ever. She wears a pale green flowy dress, it’s fabric light and airy, the style common for elves, a stark difference to the heavy and thick dresses of Gondor and Rohan. A headpiece forged from silver and inlaid with dozens of glittering gems adorns her head, crowing her lucious black hair that falls down her back like a lazy waterfall. Her pale skin glows in the warm sunlight, her eyes sparkling from the tears forming. 

For a moment, Aragorn and Arwen stare at each other, one watching the other with amazement and love in their eyes. The crowd is dead silent, everyone intently watching the scene unraveling before them. Then Aragorn steps forward, grabbing onto the banner and pulling it away. And then he lunges forward, capturing her lips into a kiss. She laughs in delight, throwing her arms around his as he lifts her into the air, spinning her around. They pull away for a moment and she places her dainty hands on his face, leaning forward and placing a short and sweet kiss on his lips. 

The crowd around them begins clapping loudly, warmly greeting their new queen. And it didn’t register in your mind that this might be the first time most of these people have seen an elf this close up. But then you saw the looks of wonder and amazement on the faces of some citizens, children excitedly pulling on the skirts of their mothers, pointing wildly at Arwen and the other elves. 

You continue watching the newly reunited pair, your face growing numb from the large smile that is permanently etched on your face. You scan the crowd, seeing Lord Elrond, with a soft smile on his face; Glorfindel beside him; Elladan and Elrohir behind his father to the right. You continue scanning the crowd, but then your heart stops, only to begin beating again faster than ever before. 

Standing amidst the other elves, wearing silken and beautiful ceremonial garb, probably the most pristine outfit he owns, is Lindir. His black hair is glossy, every strand in its place, pulled back in an intricate elven braid. He wears a silver circlet, fitting for an elf of his status, the tip of it resting on his forehead. His skin is glowing, not as intensely as Arwen, but captivating to you. His cheeks are stained a pale red, a beautiful smile on his face. His blue eyes move to you and for the first time in over a year, your eyes meet. You feel a jolt of electricity run through your body, heart beat increasing in pace. 

Your smile widens, if possible, and you can’t tear your gaze away from him. Even when Aragorn and Arwen begin to move through the crowd, your eyes stay locked on him. When you, along with everyone else, bow for the Hobbits, your eyes only flit away for a second before returning to their previous position. And when the crowds begin to disperse, everyone mingling with one another as they lazily move towards the feast portion of the Coronation, you stay locked in place. 

“You coming, lassi?” Gimli’s gruff voice interrupts your thoughts, but his voice is so far away, you weren’t sure if he was still by you. You glance at him out of the corner of your eyes, moving your gaze back to Lindir, still in his same spot. 

“Yeah...I’ll be there in a moment,” you mutter, not sure if he even hears the words that fall from your mouth. He scoffs in amusements and shakes his head before moving away with Gandalf, muttering something about young love.

You take one step forward, Lindir mimicking your movements.

You take another step and so does Lindir. 

Once your feet touch the stone steps, your mind suddenly comes alive, as if water got thrown over your body. As if you only have a few moments to live, you rush towards Lindir, weaving through the lingering people with the grace of a baby elephant. But you can’t bring yourself to care about the wild stares or accusing words falling from people’s lips. The only thing you can focus on is Lindir, and feeling his lips against yours. 

Three.

Two.

One.

The distance between you two disappears as you throw your arms around him, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric of his robes beneath your fingers. He’s warm and inviting and everything you missed while travelling with The Fellowship. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, snuggling as close as physically possible. The smell of mountain air, fields of grass, and rose oil hits your senses, pulling you deeper and deeper into your bliss. He’s real and he’s here. You deeply inhale once more, allowing this moment to sink in, immersing yourself in the moment.

You move your head to face him, throwing your head back in delight as a stream of laughter leaves your mouth. You move your arms to wrap around his neck, one of his hands winding around your waist and the other lightly cupping your face. Like magnets you move closer to one another, staring deeply into each other’s eyes with dumb smiles on your face. 

“You came back to me,” he whispers, the words tickling your lips. 

“I came back,” you reply.

You don’t remember who did it, all you know is his lips are now on yours, connecting them in a kiss. His lips are soft against yours, filling your whole body with a fire, burning away the ice that formed in his absence. Your heart soars, long past the point of just beating rapidly against your chest. You feel light, like you’re made of air and you’ll fly away any second without Lindir holding you in place. All the noise and background people fade away, until there’s nothing but this moment. And you can’t help but smile in the kiss when Lindir laughs, the noise swallowed by your mouth. 

And in that moment you decide there’s nothing better than kissing someone while they laugh. 

You pull a whisper away, moving a hand to trace the outlines of his face. His skin is smooth and perfect, the shining example of the perfection of elves. His blue eyes are like oceans, clear and bright and vividly blue. And if every ocean looked like this, you wouldn’t mind drowning as long as it was in him. 

“I told you it would take more than Mordor to get rid of me,” you mumble softly, smiling brightly at him, shining like the sun currently bathing the two of you in it’s radiance. 

“Apologies for ever doubting you, meleth-nin,” he responds, returning your smile tenfold. 

Another breeze rushes through the courtyard, rustling your dress and Lindir’s hair. You laugh, the sound being swept away in the wind, singing in tune with the birds that have swept into the courtyard. Some spare white blossoms continue dancing through the sky, gently landing on Lindir’s head. He reaches up, delicately grabbing it, careful to not crush the pristine petals. He moves his hand to your hair, tucking the flower into one of your braids near the front of your face. You're practically glowing now, a beaming smile overcoming your face. And with your body practically vibrating from happiness, standing under the sun, you look like an otherworldly being. And if not for your round ears on clear display, some passersby might mistake you for an elf.

You lean forward, pressing a soft and sweet kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of sweet berries on his lips. They were always his favorite, a fresh bowl of them always resting on his desk, only to be devoured within an hour. 

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips, still smiling like an idiot. 

“No more than I love you,” he responds, a teasing undertone buried in his words. You pull back, eyes alight with overwhelming happiness. It’s over, everything with Sauron, Mordor, orcs, and that stupid ring is over, it has been for months. But now it feels real, standing here, wrapped up in Lindir as he smiles sweetly at you. 

“I respectfully disagree.” 

“And I respectfully disagree with your disagreement,” he fires back, grin getting wider and wider with each quip spoken. 

“And I respectfully disagree with your respectful disagreement,” you respond, matching his teasing tone, laughter hidden under each word.

“Well I --” he’s cut off by a hand touching your shoulder. Turning around you see Glorfindel standing there, obviously holding back the laughter that’s bubbling inside him, a beaming smile on his youthful face. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt, my friends, but we do have a celebration to attend to,” he says, nodding towards the crowd of people leaving. 

“Of course,” Lindir replies, moving to stand to your left, holding out his arm to you. You slip your arm into his without hesitation. “Let us be off, My Lady.”

“With pleasure, My Lord.” 

                                                 o0o0o0o0o

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[mariekavanagh]

I feel like Conan Grays hair is perfect for Sirius, although sadly I don’t think Conan has the right face for me to see Sirius but lucious lucious hair

He certainly is blessed with some wonderfully thick flowing locks. I agree, the hair is there but the face is not. 

[blue-da-ba-dee]

“tHiCk LuCiOuS lOcKs” -Cody Bellinger 2020

[claradriel]

My great-aunt used to comb her hair 100 times every day to maintain her lucious locks.

Although I don’t think you necessarily have to comb it that much, combing your hair can be very beneficial to hair growth since it stimulates blood flow in the scalp, and evenly spreads the natural oils it produces.

To sprinkle a little magick into tradition I created this little spell. I’d recommend using a wooden brush since it’s eco-friendly and it spreads the oil much better. Repeat these words as you gently brush through, envisioning your hair growing:

“Grow, grow fast as weeds, soft as snow, so mote it be!”

Additionally, you can make some hair oil to add if you have very long, thick hair (like me), or dry; especially important at the tips of your hair to prevent breakage. Careful not to tug too hard! Detangeling your hair first may help.

🕊Hair Oil

Apricot seed oil, coconut oil, sunflower seed oil, vitamin E oil, lavender essential oil, jasmine essential oil, rose essential oil, dried rose and jasmine buds (I removed them after a few weeks to so that the oil would come out easier from the bottle)

[smilemaddy]

In an attempt to step outside my comfort zone I told myself that I had to do 4 things that petrify me by the end of 2020. I started with my hair. My hair has always been something that is more than “just hair.” It kept me hidden when I didn’t want to be seen. It brought comfort and security. My hair was past my butt so I could easily twirl or fidget with my hair without it being too noticeable. I have thick hair.. and a lot of it. It easily “protected” me from the outside world. Today I cut my super long princess hair. I think I hate it (lol) but the point wasn’t to like it? It was to prove to myself that I /can/ do something scary and be okay regardless of the results. I started with my hair because it is relatively a low risk type of thing. It’ll grow back. I’ll have my lucious locks of hair back again.

[jacksonswangsauce]

I’ve missed you(m)

Requested

Jimin x Y/N

Genre: Smut with slight fluff

You haven’t seen Jimin all week and you miss him, you need him, you crave him...

It’s been a lonely day.

You hadn’t seen your boyfriend Jimin all week as he had been working overtime.

You had done pretty well with keeping busy at work and doing chores at home.

But today, you couldn’t take your mind off Jimin no matter how hard you tried! You kept picturing his pouty lips, toned body and muscular thighs.

It had been too long since you guys had sex and you were about to go crazy.

So you decided to take a relaxing bubble bath and give Jimin a call.

He answers after a few rings.

"Hey baby!" He exclaims.

"Jimin what are you doing right now?" You ask in a husky voice.

"Umm I’m on break..why?" He hums into the reciever.

Jimin lied, he’s actually off from work and is on his way to your house to surprise you!

He smiles excitedly to himself. She’s gonna be so happy!

"I miss you..." You almost whisper, reaching down to finger yourself.

He notices your change in breathing. "Y/N are you... touching yourself?" He asks.

You can hear the amusement behind his voice.

"Uhhhh Jimin..!" You let out a moan and he chuckles.

"Let me help you princess.." He lowers his voice and you shudder.

"Yes...tell me what to do." You groan, sitting up in the tub.

"What are you wearing babe? Are you naked?" He asks.

"Yeah I’m naked..and I’m in the tub." You answer, anticipating his commands.

Jimin grips the steering wheel, dirty thoughts dancing around his head as he imagines what you look like right now.

"Okay sexy, put me on speaker phone, you’re gonna’ need both hands." He says, smoothly.

You carefully place your phone on the edge of the tub and put Jimin on speaker.

"Okay, you’re on speaker!" You exclaim, ready for him.

"Grab your left breast and gently pinch your nipple..imagine it’s my hand baby..." He says, voice dripping with honey.

Using your left hand, you knead your breast just like Jimin would. "Oh Jimin..." You sigh.

With your eyes closed, you picture it’s him touching you, feeling you, holding you.

Jimin feels himself growing hard when you moan his name.

"Now, I want you to take your right index finger and put it inside you..slowly princess...slowly." His member is about to bust out of his pants, so he unzips his jeans to let it out.

"Jimin..uhh please..." You whine, wanting more.

He puts his phone on the car speaker and shoves his hand down his underwear.

"Ohhh baby...oh yeah. Add another finger for me, pump a little faster this time." He groans, wrapping his hand around his pulsing dick while trying to concentrate on the road.

"Jimin..a-are you touching yourself too?" You ask, panting.

"Oh f**k!" He swerves out of the lane a little and gets honked at.

"What was that?" You ask, still thinking he’s at work.

"What? I don’t know what you’re talking about..." He says, turning onto your street.

"Okay...never mind, I must’ve been hearing things." You say, taking your fingers out.

Jimin can hear the water in the tub moving.

"Y/N..you didn’t take your fingers out..did you?" He says. "Put them back if you did..we’re not done!" He commands, thrusting into his hand and grunting.

"Okay babe..what do you want me to do?" You ask, leaning back.

"Rub your clit for me, nice and hard. Just like how I would do it..." He pulls into your driveway and turns off his car.

"With your other hand, add three fingers into your entrance and pump!" He says, zipping up his pants and getting out of the car as quietly as possible.

He enters the house and follows your voice to the bathroom, tip toeing carefully.

He really wants to surprise you and make your day!

"Uhhhhh Jimin, I’m so close!" You moan, voice echoing in the bathroom.

Jimin stifles a laugh, he can hardly contain his excitement as he walks up to the bathroom door.

"Go ahead baby..cum for me..." He says, watching as you come undone. Your eyes are closed as you let out a moan.

He walks into the bathroom and hangs up his phone just as you open your eyes. They land on Jimin and you immediately grin from ear to ear.

"Jimin!" You exclaim, blushing with delight.

"Baby!" He smiles, bending down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

He stands back up to strip off his clothes, sexily biting his lip as he looks at you.

Your mouth begins to water at the sight of his naked body. His lucious thighs, gleaming abs and gorgeous love muscle...

He joins you in the warm, bubbly water and you spread out your arms.

"I missed you!" You pout, as he wraps his arms around you in a hug.

"I missed you too Y/N!" He says before cupping your face and giving you a kiss.

You melt against his mouth and let out a moan as he adds his tongue.

"Jimin..." You sigh, as he nips and pulls on your bottom lip.

He smiles against your lips, loving when you say his name.

"Y/N...it’s been too long baby." He sighs, grabbing your breast and kneading it tenderly, still kissing you with passion and desire.

His erection keeps brushing the inside of your thigh and you can’t help but throb at the thought of him inside of you.

"Baby..I’m so hard..." He groans in your ear and starts grinding his member on your heat.

"Jimin, just f**k me already..." You say, kissing his parted lips.

"You want me baby? You miss my cock?" He teases you, circling his tip around your entrance.

"I miss all of you Jimin!" You giggle and kiss his chest and lick his abs.

"Y/N..spread your legs for me, I’m gonna f**k you so good!" He grunts, grinning naughtily as you spread your legs.

He pulls you closer and angles himself at your entrance before sliding in.

"Ohhh Y/N..so tight!" He moans, slowly pumping to savor the moment.

The water in the tub just barley swishing with his slow and gentle pumps.

You wrap your arms around his neck and clench around his length as he fills you up.

"Jimin... Ohhhh f**k!" You moan, as he begins to quicken his pace; wrapping his arms around your waist.

He loves the feeling of your breasts against his chest and feeling your body rub against his.

"Y/N uhhh you feel so good! Oh god-" He whimpers as you start bouncing on him, causing the water around you to splash around.

"Ohhhh Y/N!" He digs his nails in your back, thrusting harder and faster.

Your moans are echoing throughout the bathroom in a sweet symphony of pleasure.

"Jimin..ohhh I’m close!" You cry, breathing heavily.

"Hold on baby-" Jimin takes your calves and lifts them over the edges of the tub, for even deeper access!

"We’re gonna cum together!" He grunts, shoving himself in all the way, balls deep and starts f**king the daylights out of you!

"Ah-ah...Jimiiiin!" You throw your head back in pure bliss, he’s hitting your sweet spot over and over.

"F**k Y/N..uhhh..you look s-so gorgeous-sss!" His cheeks are flushed and his expression is dazed and totally f**ked out as he nears his climax.

"Ohhhh baby...I’m gonna cum!" He yells, panting as his thrusts become more sloppy.

"Me too Jimi-i-in...Oh f- ohhhh f**k!" You start to orgasm and he quickens his thrusting to finish with you.

"Y/N...OH Y/N!!! I’m-" He can’t even finish his sentence as he lets out his load and orgasms with you.

He milks out the release and looks at you with a lazy grin.

"I love you so much!" He says, out of breath and still lightly pumping.

"I love you too Jimin!" You smile, dazily.

Still inside of you, he feels himself getting hard yet again!

You giggle. "Are you getting hard already?"

He blushes and bites his lip. "I can’t help it Y/N! You’re just so sexy!" He grins, taking your legs down and pulling you into him.

He kisses your lips and rubs his hands along your back.

"Wanna’ f**k in your bed this time?" He asks, sexily smirking at you.

"Yes! Lets do it." You exclaim, reaching out to drain the tub.

Jimin stands up and hands you a towel and you guys dry off before heading upstairs to your bedroom.

Once there, you let down your hair and smile sexily at Jimin.

He grins and watches as you slowly let your towel fall off of you, your thick hair framing your beautiful face.

"F**k babe, I’m so hard now!" He drops his towel, races towards you and picks you up. Carrying you to the bed, giggling, he falls on top of you and kisses your neck.

He trails his lips down your chest, licking and biting on your soft breasts. You moan as his lips graze over your tender skin while his fingers find way to your folds.

Your juices immediately pour onto his hand, his gentle touch making your body twitch with anticipation.

He explores your walls and makes the come here motion. You throw your head back and dig your hands into the sheets.

"Jimiiiiin!" You moan out.

"Damn baby!" He exclaims, sitting up and taking his fingers out.

"It’s like Niagra Falls down there.." He smirks, locking eyes with you as he takes his fingers in his mouth. He sucks and licks your juices off and grins.

"F**k Jimin..." You sigh, as he climbs on top of you, kissing your parted lips and shoving his hot tongue in your mouth.

His eyes are dark and hungry as he pulls away.

He places your right leg over his shoulder and slowly begins to thrust into your, very wet, entrance.

"Ohhh god, you feel amazing!" He moans, throwing his head back and pumping rougher against your walls. Loving the feel of your slippery juices coating his dick.

"Jimin! Ohhh f**k right there..." You exclaim in ecstasy as his thrusting gradually becomes faster. He raises your left leg on his shoulder and pumps deeper into you.

"You like that babygirl?!" He grins, kissing your lips.

"Yes Jimin...OHHH F**K!" You yell, as he pumps his dick with all his strength and thrusts his hips as fast as he possibly can!

The mattress is squeaking while the bed frame keeps thudding against the wall with his pace.

You dig your nails into his back and he lets out a long moan, feeling himself nearing his release.

"Y/NNN!" He yells. "Y/N...Ohh-Y/N!" His breathing quickens and he’s panting your name, over and over.

His eyes are scrunched shut in pure bliss.

"Y/N ohhhhh... sh-SHIT-" He lets out a glorious moan as his cum shoots into you.

You can feel him twitching and shuddering against you.

"C’mon Y/N! Cum for me..cum for Jimin!" He grunts, gripping your thighs and trying to help you cum.

You’re so close! One more thrust and...

"Jimin...uhhhhh!" You finally orgasm and he kisses you all over, helping you ride it out.

He collapses next to you and immediately wraps his body around you. Not wanting to break contact for even a minute.

"I’ve missed you soooo much Y/N!" He smiles, dripping in sweat and looking sexy.

He loves how flushed your cheeks are and your dazed expression as you kiss his swollen lips.

"That was so good!" You sigh against his mouth.

"god I love you Jimin!" You grin, pulling away.

"Y/N..I have a confession..." He smiles excitedly, playing with your hair.

"What is it?” You ask, rubbing his smooth chest.

"Well, you know how I’ve been working overtime this past week?" He says, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

"Yes! I missed you every second.." You pout and kiss his chin.

He chuckles and continues.

"I wanted the extra money so I could take us on a trip to Thailand!!!!" He exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

Your face lights up and you squeal. "Really?! Oh my gosh I’ve always wanted to go there!!! Are you serious Jimin?!!" You exclaim, sitting up.

He sits up as well. "Yes! Baby we need a vacation, just the two of us and I know how much you’ve wanted to go there...so why not?!" He grins, squeezing your hands in his.

"Thailand?!! Oh my god Jimin!!!" You smile and wrap your arms around him.

"I’m so sorry I haven’t been around this week. I really missed you baby..." He sighs against your hair and strokes your back.

"It’s okay, we can make up for that lost time..." You smirk and give him a peck on the lips.

He smirks and pulls you under the covers with him, both of you giggling with happiness.

"I love you sooooo much Y/N!" He cooes, rubbing his cheek against yours as he hugs you tight.

"I love you too! Wait-are you..?" You ask, looking up at his face.

Jimin blushes and hides his face in his hands. "I’m sorry...it’s just you keep turning me on-"

You can’t help but laugh at how cute and sexy Jimin is right now.

"Well..let me help you then..." You smirk, keeping your eyes on his as you slowly take his length in your hands go down on him. And you give him the most incredible, soul sucking blowjob he’s ever experienced!

You had him screaming your name, praising the hell out of you and your gorgeous mouth for the insatiable pleasure you were causing him.

He was seeing stars by the time he came, hard, into your mouth.

Needless to say, you and Jimin spend the rest of the night having the most passionate, bed rocking sex you’ve ever had and make up for all the time you didn’t see each other. Taking breaks in between to catch up on each other’s lives and just love on each other.

When you were both worn out by 4am, you and Jimin cuddled up under the covers. Wrapped in each other’s arms, you guys fell asleep and dreamed about all the fun you would have together in Thailand.