axescryinwater
i never lose, not really.
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I DONT THINK IVE EVER LAUGJED THIS HARD THEY GOT THE OOMPA LOOMPA ARMY ON THE RESCUE
i loved grumpy x sunshine! can we get more of it? bucky’s just a big doberman who loves his sweet precious baby girl more than anything
yes I absolutely love their dynamic and BIG DOBERMAN energy is so spot on!! here’s protective Bucky *wink wink*
Sink in
grumpy!bucky barnes x sunshine!reader
summary: you go on an undercover mission with Bucky who gets overprotective and… jealous?
word count: 2771
WARNINGS: 18+ explicit content, MDNI. curse words, dirty talk, praise kink, PiV, unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, mirror sex, breeding, possessive behavior, mutual desperation, fully consensual by both parties although not explicitly stated.
You didn’t need to be told twice to smile — it came naturally to you.
Even undercover in a tight red dress and uncomfortable heels, walking into an event filled with arms dealers and corrupt diplomats, you smiled like you had nothing to fear.
Bucky hated it.
“You’re drawing attention.” he muttered under his breath, large hand on the small of your back. “You walk in like that and every asshole in here’s gonna think you’re available.”
You bumped his hip with yours. “That’s kind of the point, grump. You’re supposed to look like you’re here with your arm candy.”
“I don’t like the idea of being bait.” he muttered.
“You’re not bait,” you said with a smile that could melt titanium. “I am.”
Bucky sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s even worse.”
Your relationship with Bucky wasn’t simple. He didn’t flirt. He didn’t tease. He grunted. He rolled his eyes. He glared at anyone who looked at you too long. You weren’t dating. Not officially. You hadn’t kissed, hadn’t crossed that line.
But you’d shared motel rooms. Shared food. Watched old movies on scratched discs in safehouses, shoulders brushing in the dark. You’d woken up more than once with your legs tangled under a too-small blanket and his arm slung heavy across your stomach.
You called him “grump” and he let you. You made him coffee just the way he liked it — Black, one tablespoon of sugar— even when he never asked.
He called you doll once, under his breath, when he didn’t know you were listening. And when things got dangerous, when missions got ugly, when people came too close — Bucky stopped being silent. He turned brutal. Fierce.
Protective.
Of you.
You weren’t sure what that meant. You weren’t lovers. But you weren’t just teammates either.
Sometimes, when you caught him staring too long — at your mouth, at your bare shoulder, at your smile — you thought maybe… maybe he felt it too.
The pull.
The way the air shifted between you like something unsaid was pressing against both your ribs.
But he never made a move.
Never crossed the line.
So you didn’t either. You stayed in that strange in-between — close, but not close enough.
But tonight?
When he was here with you in that goddamn tailored suit? Gods be good — it was getting difficult. Very difficult to not get close.
You continued your undercover mission, glancing at Bucky who was watching just from around the corner.
Everything was going fine — until it wasn’t.
You were halfway through your flirtatious distraction with a smug suit named Anton when something shifted. You felt it before you saw it — the way Bucky stiffened across the room, how his gaze locked onto yours like a damn hawk.
Anton’s hand brushed your bare arm. Too high.
Bucky moved.
Not walked. Not jogged.
Moved. Like a fucking missile.
By the time Anton leaned in to whisper something vile in your ear, Bucky was already there.
His metal arm was around your waist before you could blink, yanking you back against his chest as his other hand slammed Anton back into the velvet booth.
“She’s not yours to touch.” he growled, low and deadly.
Anton sputtered, caught off guard. “She said—she was just—”
“I don’t care what she said,” Bucky snapped. “You don’t lay a hand on her.”
“Bucky—” you started, cheeks warm, heart hammering. You weren’t sure If you felt embarrassed or flustered… or maybe it was both?
“No.” His voice was sharp, eyes never leaving the guy’s face. “You don’t touch her unless she asks you to. Got it?”
Anton nodded, wide-eyed, hands raised. Bucky didn’t let go of your waist.
Not even when the man scurried away like a kicked dog. Not even when the music returned to full volume and the mission resumed.
He held you tight against him, breathing hard.
You looked up at him, that same soft smile on your face. “You okay, soldier?”
His jaw was clenched tight. “Don’t do that again.”
“What?”
“Let someone else put their hands on you.”
You blinked, voice lowering. “It was part of the mission.”
“Don’t care.” His grip tightened slightly. “Next time anyone tries that, I’m breaking more than their pride.”
And just like that — it was silent between you.
Hot.
Tense.
Buzzing with a line you hadn’t crossed yet, but you were so close.
Then he leaned down, mouth brushing your ear.
“You’re mine to protect. You get that?”
Your breath caught.
You nodded.
And from the way his hand slipped down your hip, lingering like he needed to feel you were safe, you knew the mission wasn’t the only thing getting dangerously close to explosive.
You watched him leave and soon as you made sure Bucky made his way back to his spot, talking with some other men you rushed to find the bathroom, your breath still caught in your throat, panic raising with every passing moment.
The second the door to the staff’s restroom clicked shut behind you, you exhaled.
Not calmly. Not softly.
You practically collapsed against the sink, palms flat on the cool porcelain as your shoulders slumped forward.
Your heart was still racing, and it wasn’t just the mission.
It was him.
God, it was always him.
You stared at your reflection in the mirror, the bass from the club thudding through the floor beneath your heels.
You looked like yourself.
The flirty dress. The soft smile still trying to recover. But inside, you were buzzing. And tired. And confused. And a little bit angry.
Because Bucky had done it again.
The jealousy, the possessiveness — the way he’d shoved that man like he was seconds from pulling the trigger, growling like a feral thing with the words that basically said “don’t touch what’s mine.”
But then, as always, he’d walked away like nothing had happened. Like he didn’t just claim you in front of a room full of people and then leave you standing there, heart pounding, body still warm from his hands.
You felt like a fool. You closed your eyes. Let out a slow breath. You weren’t weak. You weren’t. You’d handled worse.
But not this.
Not him.
You had no idea what the hell you were to Bucky Barnes.
Some days, he looked at you like you were his only peace in this godforsaken world. Other days, he barely spoke — only snapped when you got too close to danger or when someone else looked at you too long. He’d touch you — your waist, your back, your wrist when he needed to pull you out of the way — but he never stayed.
Never kissed you.
Never said anything.
You opened your eyes again and muttered to your reflection:
“Just say it, man. Just say it. Either you want me or you don’t.”
Your voice cracked, and you hated it.
Because you were tired. Tired of feeling like you belonged to someone who didn’t want to belong back.
You didn’t even hear the door open. You only felt it — the sudden shift in the air behind you. The presence. Heavy. Quiet. Familiar.
Then the low voice:
“Why’d you run?”
You turned slowly. Bucky stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed, filling the frame like a storm you hadn’t seen coming.
“I didn’t run.” you said, trying for casual. It came out thin.
“You disappeared.”
“I needed air.”
“You could’ve told me.”
Your hands clenched. “Oh, so now I’m supposed to tell you where I go, too?”
His jaw ticked. “That’s not what I—”
“God, Bucky, what are we?”
The words exploded out of you before you could stop them. Your voice trembled, but your spine stayed straight. “Because one second you’re pushing guys off me like you own me, and the next it’s like nothing happened. You look at me like you… like you want me. But you never say it. Never do anything. And I’m so – so damn tired of guessing!”
Silence. It pressed thick between you, heavy enough to crush. His stare didn’t waver. But his shoulders had dropped just slightly, and something vulnerable flickered behind his eyes.
You swallowed hard, chest rising and falling. “Do you even know what you want from me?”
He didn’t move for a second. Then he stepped forward — slow, deliberate.
“I want you safe.” he said quietly.
You scoffed. “That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one I can say without crossing a line I can’t come back from.”
Your heart skipped. “So cross it.”
His jaw clenched.
“Cross it.” You repeated, as If you were daring him.
He was in front of you in a breath, eyes wild, hands reaching out and gripping the counter on either side of your hips, caging you in. His body hovered, close but not touching. You could feel the heat of him. Smell the leather and sweat and something so distinctly him that your knees nearly buckled.
His hands left the counter and grabbed your waist instead, yanking you flush against his chest. You barely had a second to gasp before his mouth was on yours — rough, devouring, starving. He kissed you like a man possessed. Like he’d been holding this in for months. Maybe he had.
You whimpered into his mouth, hands fisting the front of his suit as he pushed you back until your spine hit the cold bathroom wall.
“Fuck,” he muttered between kisses. “You don’t get it, do you?”
You gasped as his lips moved down to your neck, sucking a mark right under your ear. “G-Get what?”
His grip tightened on your hips. “That every time someone touches you, I want to break their fucking hands. That I can’t sleep unless I know you’re okay. That I’ve been dying to do this.”
He ground his hips into yours and you felt it — thick, hard, desperate. You moaned.
“This what you wanted, doll?” he growled against your throat.
You nodded, breathless. “Yes—God, yes—”
He spun you around, pressing your front against the sink as his hand shoved your dress up roughly over your hips. You let out a breathy gasp, the cool air hitting your thighs.
“No more running,” he muttered, voice low and dangerous. His hand cupped between your legs through your soaked panties, his fingers rubbing your wet heat. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” you breathed. “I’ve always been yours—”
He growled something filthy under his breath — you only caught good girl — and then he was pulling your panties down and freeing himself from his pants. You looked up just in time to see your own wrecked reflection in the mirror.
He caught your eye there. Held it. One hand flat on your stomach, the other guiding himself to your entrance.
He teased your slick folds with his cock first, making you moan and gasp, your body moved in anticipation and he let out a dark chuckle.
“Please,” you whispered. “Need you, Bucky—just… need you.”
That was all it took.
He thrust into you in one sharp motion and you cried out, hand slamming against the mirror to steady yourself. He filled you completely, thick and pulsing inside, and didn’t give you a second to adjust — just started pounding into you like he was making up for every moment he hadn’t touched you before.
“Fuck—tight little pussy—been dreamin’ about this,” he groaned, metal hand gripping your hip so hard you’d have bruises tomorrow. His other hand grabbed your jaw, making you look at yourself in the mirror. “Look at you. Fuckin’ perfect.”
Your moans bounced off the walls — you barely cared who heard. His thrusts were deep, punishing, filthy.
And he wouldn’t shut up.
“Not letting you flirt with those assholes again,” he snarled, eyes locked on yours in the mirror. “You wanna act like bait? Fine. But I’m the one who gets to fuck you after.”
You clenched around him at his words and he felt it.
“Oh, baby. You like that, huh? You like when I get mean for you?”
“Y-Yes—fuck, Bucky—please—”
He brought his hand down and smacked your ass, not hard, just enough to make you yelp. “That’s right. This pussy’s mine.”
“Yours,” you sobbed. “All yours—”
He reached around and rubbed tight circles on your clit, hips never faltering. You were unraveling fast, so fast, the pleasure built from weeks — months — of wanting this.
You came hard, body shaking against the sink as he kept fucking you through it, murmuring praises into your ear. Good girl. So sweet. So fuckin’ good for me.
When he was close, he pulled out just long enough to flip you around and lift you onto the sink. You gasped as your back hit the mirror, legs spreading on instinct.
He slid back in easily, growling into your mouth as he kissed you again — slower now, but no less intense.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered against your lips. “Mine, doll. Say it again.”
“Yours,” you gasped. “Only yours.”
He came with a groan, forehead pressed to yours, hips twitching as he filled you deep, his seed spreading inside of your walls.
And then — silence.
Just breathing. Just heat. Just the faint bass of the music still thumping beyond the door, as if none of it mattered. The rush, the blinding pressure of it all started to fade — and Bucky was the first to come down from it.
You were still boneless, leaning back against the mirror with your legs dangling over the edge of the sink, dress wrinkled, panties somewhere on the damn floor.
And Bucky… looked like he’d seen a ghost.
His hands were still on your thighs, but barely. Like he was afraid to touch you now.
His chest was heaving, jaw tight, eyes flickering between your face and the door behind him, like he wasn’t sure whether to kiss you again or bolt.
You gave a small, lazy smile. “Hey.”
His eyes locked onto yours.
You reached up, brushed a strand of hair off his forehead. “You okay?”
“I—shit,” he mumbled, stepping back just enough to give you space. “Shit, I—did I hurt you?”
You blinked, caught off guard. “What? No—”
“I was rough. Too rough.” His metal hand hovered near your waist but didn’t land. “You didn’t even—fuck, we didn’t talk, I didn’t even ask, I just—”
“Bucky,” you said, soft but firm. “Look at me.”
He did. Slowly.
Your smile was still there. Warm. Safe.
The look on your face didn’t match the apocalypse going off in his head. If anything, you looked… happy. Messy, flushed, glowing — and happy.
“I would’ve stopped you,” you said gently. “I would’ve said no if I didn’t want it this way.”
He exhaled hard, running a hand down his face like he didn’t believe you could possibly be real.
You reached for him again and tugged him back between your knees. “Bucky. I wanted it,” you said, more seriously now. “I’ve wanted you. For so long. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
His hands settled on your hips, gentler this time. His head bowed.
“…I’ve never had anyone like you,” he said quietly. “I don’t know how to… be.”
Your heart squeezed.
You brought his hand — the flesh one — to your cheek, nuzzling into it. “I know… You were perfect, Bucky.”
A few moments passed in silence.
Then he cleared his throat. “You should… uh. Let me clean you up.”
You laughed softly. “What, getting shy now?”
He flushed. The Bucky Barnes blushing? You were keeping that in your pocket forever.
“I just—yeah, lemme take care of you, okay?” he muttered.
He grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser, ran one under warm water, and returned with a careful, almost reverent look.
He was quiet as he cleaned you up — too quiet. Focused. Gentle.
You tilted his chin up so he’d look at you again. “I’m not gonna break, Buck.”
“I know,” he said, smiling faintly. “But you’re still my doll.”
You blinked, surprised by how soft he sounded saying it out loud — like it slipped out without permission.
“…You’ve never called me that to my face before.”
He shrugged, looking away. “Didn’t want you to know how gone I was.”
He helped you off the counter and found your underwear with a grunt, slipping them into your hand with an adorably sheepish look.
You both fixed yourselves up, and when you opened the door, the gala still raged on like nothing happened.
But something had changed.
Because Bucky took your hand — not just to lead you out, not just for safety.
He held it.
And he didn’t let go.
going on a date with bucky barnes and it all goes so nicely, so sweetly, so smoothly. you both had so much fun, chemistry and a good time. he's charming, witty and he keeps flirting and complimenting you at every chance he gets. he held your hand all night long, neither of you even noticed it, it just happened naturally, your cheeks hurt from how much you're smiling and both of your hearts are at ease.. that's until the date comes to an end, it's time to pay and you ask him if he wants to go 50/50.
that would be the first time he lets go of your hand that night, it's unintentional just happened out of pure shock. "50... what.." the confusion on his face, you'd think he's an alien seeing earth the first time.
"you know.. 50/50.. we'll split the bill between us"
"split the bill?" he asks and you just nod, he'd blink at you, "50/50.. splitting the bill.. what is this about, i asked you on a date"
now it's your turn to be the alien seeing earth for the first time, "we are on a date, bucky. this is a date"
"no, it's not a date."
"it is a date"
"you're asking me to split the bill, this is not a date"
"oh my god sam was right, you can be such a drama queen." you laugh, he just stares at you, blankly. "it might've been a while since the last time you went on a date so let me break it down for you.. these days, people who go on dates split the bill, they go 50/50" you shrug, "it's normal"
"it's normal? you've done it before?"
you nod, "every date i've been on has been 50/50 yeah"
bucky nearly flips the table. bucky who spent all of his three dollars in the 1940's trying to win a teddybear for a girl he had a crush on, bucky who used to save up most of his income in an old shoe box underneath his bed so he can take his girl to a nice diner, bucky who went to the florist to get you a bouquet of roses and didn't even ask for the price just handed his credit card because to him your smile is priceless, bucky is about to have a stroke.
"you've never been on a date" he says, face still blank.
"yes i have"
"no you haven't. this is your first date." he says, "i'm your first time." he smirks and you blush at the possible implication. "50/50.." he scoffs under his breath, "what else are you gonna tell me next? i should walk on the inside of the sidewalk? keep my jacket on when you're cold? sleep further from the door? not open doors for you? jesus sweetheart what has the world come to?"
you hide your smile, you love it when he rambles like that, he's so calm yet so offended all at once somehow, it's funny and endearing. "what's wrong with walking on the inside of the sidewalk?" you joke and he rolls his eyes making you laugh, "so.. no 50/50? are you sure?" you ask one last time, hands on your purse on your lap.
he keeps his eyes on you as he pays the bill, glaring playfully, gets up and pulls out your chair before putting his black leather jacket on your shoulders, "no doll," he offers you his hand which you quickly hold, intertwining your fingers with his, and opens the door with his metal hand, "no 50/50."
I NEED to know if Bucky is a tits, ass, or thighs man. I feel like he'd love boobs but he'd be an absolute sucker for thighs
i think i’ve answered something similar to this (/not mad!!!) and i think we all agreed he is all of it however these things can depend on what bucky you’re asking for…like bucky loves ALL of you but…
beefy!bucky is into thighs for sure. his favorite thing to do is to have you on your side while he fucks them while napping
lawyer!bucky is a huge ass man…i mean you look so fucking good in this itty bitty skirts so how could he not become an ass man…
alpha!bucky loves literally all of you…there’s nothing you could wear or do to yourself that he wouldn’t find attractive. #1 simp for real
subby!bucky loves your tits so he can suck on your nipples while he’s holding you in his lap and you’re riding his cock for all he’s worth
priest!bucky loves the feel of your thighs and hips. the bigger the better so he can really grip onto them while he fucks you from behind
smiling while your coworker is eating a banana, that's sus...
TW!! THUNDERBOLT SPOILERS!!
my HUSBAND’s pretty cool
credit: elizditss
jason eats you out like a man STARVED.
I’m talking straight after patrol, he’ll come back to your apartment through your window. The familiar thud of his boots on your wooden floor not unnoticed by you, and as soon as he gets a sight of you, the smell of you, he’s ready.
He wouldn’t even say ‘hello’ and you couldn’t even get out a ‘how was patrol?’ before he’s leaping onto you, grabbing you swiftly and hoisting you onto his lap as he walks over to your bedroom, throwing you onto the mattress with a thud.
It would all be a blur, the way he’d rip off your panties and glare up through his lashes with desperation, lust and desire. The way he’d lean down, position himself between your thighs and lay the sweetest open mouthed kisses on your skin onto to be replaced with harsh bites that leave marks for days due to his sharp teeth.
You would let out the most angelic, pornographic gasps and screams and he loves it. Call him sadistic for loving those little screams of pain and pleasure that escape your lips, hell just laugh in your face because you both know you love it.
He’d grab onto your thighs with his calloused hands, fingertips digging into your flesh whilst he licks a long stripe on your cunt. His tongue swiping through your folds, collecting and savouring the warm slick that’s been gathering all night. “—been thinking about me, baby?” his voice a low murmur, breathy and ready to devour you whole.
You can only nod, eyes closed and head leaned back against your pillows as he begins his feast. He’d literally make out with your pussy, wetness all over his chin. Lewd noises filling the four walls, your hands clasping down onto the sheets whilst your toes curl. You needed this. You needed him.
He’d lean in further, and you’d moan so loudly when his tongue dips into your hole, teasing your gummy walls before he retreats, and replaces his tongue with his two thick digits.
The sound that would escape your mouth would be heavenly, his fingers were so big, they stretch you out perfectly and the way he’d pumping in and out whilst his tongue flicks and sucks at your clit, nose occasionally bumping at your sensitive bud makes you see stars.
He knows when you’re close, when your cunt start squeezing him, never leaving him go, never letting him leave and he just coos. Your mouth gawping open and moaning, gasping, panting his name whilst his free hand would come to rest on your stomach lovingly, “.. don’t worry, baby, let it out..”
“Jason— ahh— fuck..! mmh—“ your gasps all hazy, fuzzy, you’d be literally grinding onto his face and nose chasing your high. And when it hit, you’d let out the most intense scream, juices seeping down onto his chin, all over his face and he’d get up like it was nothing. Sitting up between your thighs, looking all messy and gorgeous with pupils blown out.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his mouth, he’d prop himself up onto his elbows, “—think you can handle another ?”
He was truly a messy eater.
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a/n: jaybae don’t play about his girls pussy. periodt. also i wrote this half asleep.
zak breaking oscar 😭
them going wheel to wheel and causing damage 😭
OSCAR SAYING TO GEORGE "DONT GET YOUR BANANA TOO CLOSE TO ME" 😭
I’ve just now realized that it has to be what I’m thinking as well, he visited the HYDRA facility in Siberia when he went into the
The dark blue ominous lighting and the handle bars behind bucky looks like similar to this ⬇️
Alex Brundle weighs in on the Lando Norris Post-Race Smell Debate (a string of words I never thought I'd type out):
when we got leo there was one rule, we said: 'never will leo sleep in the bed with us'. he sleeps every night with us 😭
no wondering why daniel had to deny over and over that they were not in a relationship
charles' fashion red flag being skinny jeans Max verstappen I'm going to hold your hand when i say this
landoscar + txt posts = true 6.0
are they scouting for their next victim???
oh have the turns have tabled.. we have lando folding in half this time because of oscar
oscar: “sei matto (you’re crazy)!” lando: folds in half oscar: “andrea is gonna be so proud of us!” lando: folds in half again
don't get your banana too close to me
“i was gonna lose my shit if that last corner had cost me pole”
MINORS DNI 18+
ANAKIN SKYWALKER has a bad habit of going all night. He’s aware of the values of rest, he knows he has responsibilities to attend to the next day that require a clear head, and yet he cannot refuse you. Not that there’s a request to be denied, but when you stand there in your long nightgown in the Coruscant apartment you share, how can he ponder anything other than tricking you out of it? He’ll sweet talk you, croon, hold you close and charm you out of your clothes. He’ll have you bare and riding him on the couch, toying with your pretty tits in his hands while you bounce on his every aching inch. He’ll consume you, intoxicate you with his scent and his desire, he’ll be your every thought while he slithers in and out of your mind, abusing the force to bend your wills and train you into ecstasy. You writhe on the bed you share with him, tangling a mess of sheets in your throes of passion. Your claws sink into the soft down of your comforter while his weight lays on your back, pinning you to the mattress as he soothes your hot insides, fucking you from behind tightly knitted while his hand brushes back your sweaty hair from your forehead. His lips murmur against your cheek as your delicate countenance twists in something akin to anguish. He would pity you, if only you were truly in pain. Instead, you cry out in the heat of your climax, the evidence pooling out from between your legs. How can he refuse the night hours, when this is his only chance to fully indulge in the pleasures of your exquisite beauty?
just felt my heartbeat between my thighs seeing this gif 😩 can't wait to watch this movie tomorrow goddamn
credit to @gydima original gifset
warnings. begging, sub!switch!michael, face sitting, makeouts, grinding, light breeding kink, crying, sorta orgasm denial
michael practically worships the ground you walk on. he's so attentive to your needs.. need new clothes? he's already placed his credit card in your purse, your body is aching? he's already running a bath for you, you're feeling hungry? michael's already placing down suggestions for takeout.
he loves you so much, maybe too much some days. michael makes sure to tell you everyday. wether it's big or small, he will show it in every act he commits to you. so michael just can't wrap his head around the current situation at hand.
"baby, i promise you," michael was on his knees as you stood infront of him, "helen is just an old friend." you stared, unamused while michael's hands held your hips, rubbing the dip in them with his thumb. his chin dug into your pelvis. his glassy eyes narrowed up at you, trying not to cry at your cold gaze boring back at him.
"explains why she was ogling you all night and cuddling up to you then, right?" you asked mockingly before tutting, "you didn't even bother moving away.."
"i'm so sorry, baby," michael sniffled, kissing your stomach, "i won't let her do it again, i swear. hell, i won't even speak to her again if it makes you happy."
you took a deep breath in, your eyes closing in momentary satisfaction. you loved to hear michael beg, it fueled your already high ego. and even if you were frustrated and angry, you loved michael as himself even more. you knew he didn't mean anything wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to verbally forgive him just yet.
michael's fingertips ghosted your legs, slipping under the hem of your dress, "m'so sorry baby, so so sorry.." you could feel his heartbeat in his voice filled with raw emotion, "i love you so much."
your dress lifted as michael's hands did too and soon they were at the hem of your lacy underwear, "wanna show you how sorry i am, baby, please let me.." pleading eyes hypnotised you, making you nod a few times. michael grinned before picking you up. your legs wrapped around his waist while he leaned forward to kiss you.
your arms rested on his shoulders as you kissed back, both your emotions pouring into it and fueling the fire burning in the pits of your stomachs. michael's fingers played with your underwear before pulling them down just a bit.
michael sat down on the edge of your shared bed after setting you down infront of him. he looked into your eyes as he finished pulling the lace down, letting you step out of them before he pulled you down onto his lap.
big hands fondled your ass as you two began to kiss again, this time michael's tongue entered your mouth. you let out a breath through your nose, his tongue accidentally tickling the roof of your mouth. your tongues rubbed together, creating friction which made you grind down on michael's lap. he chuckled, pushing you down on him and urging you to continue.
sighs left your mouth as your lips detached and your head rested between michael's neck and shoulder. your clit repeatedly brushed against michael's bulge, bringing you closer to the high you were chasing.
high pitched whines came from you when michael stopped your movements, "michael.." he pecked your neck before leaning away, his back flat on the bed.
"want you to come on my tongue, sweetness," michael helped guide your body to his face, gripping your thighs as you settled down on him. instantly, michael's tongue darted out to lick. you relaxed, your hands resting in his hair.
michael's tongue flickered, hitting your clit at the right angle. your moans spurred him on, his hands gripping your thighs tighter and moving your hips harder against his mouth. you grinded down on his face, swaying back and forth. michael's nose took over his tongue's place on your clit as his hands travelled towards your pelvis, settling on your pubic bone.
his thumbs spread downwards, opening up your lips to make more room for his tongue before it darted into you. a yelp of pleasure left your lips and your hands yanked michael's hair.
you looked down after feeling the vibration of a whimper go through your body, meeting wet, crystalline eyes. tears had been slowly dripping down his temple, watery trails taking over the dried ones.
your moans got louder, your orgasm building up again. your movements got faster and were too much for michael's arms to catch up with. his hands fell limp on your thighs, allowing you to suffocate him as you chased your orgasm.
you whined and tossed your head back. your thighs shook around michael's head, your orgasm finally washing over you. you moaned loudly, probably alerting your neighbours of the activity going on in your house.
you cautiously moved your right leg from michael's head, trying not to kick him with how badly your legs were shaking. michael's hand drifted to your hip, laying you down while he rested ontop.
"i love you so much, baby, so much.." michael kissed you swiftly before finally pulling off your dress. his eyes were still glazed with lust and the bottom half of his face was sticky.
"lemme put a baby in you," michael mumbled, massaging your love handles, "show you how much i really need you here w'me.."
a long night was to come.
this is lowkey what i had in mind for the dress
clark’s 6’3 soooo yk 🙂↕️
“Been waiting all night for you, you know that?” As you pulled your shirt over your head, Clark's hands were already working at the buttons of his own shirt. He settled between your legs, the heat of his bare skin pressing against yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control. With a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside you, stretching and filling you completely.
A guttural moan escaped his lips at the sensation of your tight cunt enveloping him. He paused for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the intensity of the connection. Then he began to move, setting a relentless pace as he drove into you again and again. Clark's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he claimed you with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. His lips found yours once more, kissing you deeply, hungrily, as if trying to devour you whole.
Clark leaned back, pulling you with him as he shifted positions. He brought your hips up, angling your body so that he could drive deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each powerful thrust. The new position allowed him to watch your face, to see the pleasure etched on your features as he claimed you. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you with increasing intensity.
“You're so pretty like this, so perfect.” He could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. Clark's hips slowed slightly as he felt your body strain beneath him. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Do you need me to stop?”
You shook your head, your breath coming in short gasps. “No, don't stop,” you managed to say. “It's just...so much.” A slow, satisfied smile spread across Clark's face.
“Takin’ me so well,” he panted, his hips picking up the pace once more. “Look at how deep I am.” His eyes ogled down to the bulge his cock was creating in your belly. With a low groan, he pressed his hand against it, feeling the hard length of himself moving within you.
His thrusts became more deliberate, more focused, as he chased his release. His hand remained on your belly, feeling the way your body yielded to his, taking every inch of him. “Give it to me baby, I wanna feel you cum.”
Clark felt your body clench around him, your inner walls pulsing and contracting as you reached your orgasm. Your cry of his name echoed in the room, a sound of pure ecstasy that made his dick twitch inside of you. Your release triggered his own, and with a final, powerful thrust, Clark buried himself deep inside you. His body tensed, his muscles coiling tight as he spilled thick ropes of cum deep within your aching cunt.
Clark rolled off of you, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He couldn't help the slick smile that spread across his face as he lay beside you, his eyes stared up at the ceiling.
His mind reeled back to the bulge he created in your tummy and the way his hand had pressed against your skin, feeling himself inside you. The affirmation wrapped around him like a warm coat, feeding a part of him he rarely acknowledged. He wasn’t one to dwell on vanity, but in that moment, he couldn’t help himself.
For once, he let his ego revel, if only for a little while.
BED PEACE — m afton
you’d love to stay in bed with michael without interruptions. it’s too bad some people have impeccable, or horrible, timing.
warnings – sex while on the phone, riding, slight jealousy
© MILL3RD 2023 — all rights reserved. mature content. please do not steal my works.
a thin, singular streak of orange cast into the bedroom, barely enough to fill up the room with the sunrise but enough so that you and michael could see each other. it was no surprise he had blackout curtains since when he wasn’t working the night shift, he was sleeping. usually.
you let out a sigh of content, wrapped nicely between your boyfriend and the covers. he was behind you, kissing your shoulders and back while his hands roamed underneath the silk sheets. you moved your hair over your left shoulder and turned around to face michael, bringing your hand up to redirect his head to face yours.
the two of your lips met, both of your hands cupping michael’s face while his still continued to bury themselves in forbidden territory. they remained on your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh.
you kissed for what seemed like a while, losing track of time as you both had the weekend off of work: michael as a night guard and you as an office assistant. two boring jobs, but you two could get by well enough together.
michael turned you around, getting you to straddle him so your core was flush against his own. you both let out a breathy sigh, your lips meeting again while your boyfriend rocked you against him. the fabric of both your’s and michael’s underwear created the perfect friction for the two of you, the materials dampening quickly.
you let out needy whines here and there between gasps for air and michael ate up your noises with just as needy kisses. your nails scratched his shoulders soothingly, you knew he enjoyed the sensation. michael’s hands left your thighs, trailing up the curve of your ass to the small of your back and so high that his palms comforted the base of your neck and his fingers massaged the back of your head.
pulling away, you opened your eyes and huffed. now letting your nail circle his chest, you pouted at michael and spoke barely above a whisper, “i can’t cum like this..”
“oh yeah?” michael murmured, his hands remaining in your hair. you nodded, your nose scrunching how it always did when you were frustrated and your eyes watering with want.
“can’t keep my girl waiting then, can i?” you grinned, giggling after michael told you to lift your hips. your thighs ached slightly as you squatted, hooking your arms around michael’s neck. he moved his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up, bumping your clit. you huffed impatiently before michael pulled your panties to the side. he lined himself up and you finally let yourself sink down on him.
the two of you let out similar moans. you took a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of michael inside you before you started moving. the room was filled with groans and moaning in no time. the two of you barely had time to yourselves before the telephone rang. a collective groan fell from your mouths’ as michael leaned sideways and felt around for the box on your nightstand.
“hello?” michael asked as he wedged the phone between his ear and shoulder, the wire curling around your finger as you played with it in boredom. his eyes met yours, an annoyed expression falling upon his face. he gave the phone to you and you shook your head with a tiny smile. your friend was on the phone.
“hi trisha,” you greeted, listening to your friend rave about a possible outing. as a habit, michael’s thumb maintained circles on your hip, “yeah, i think that’s a great idea, when?”
trisha mentioned that she wanted you to meet her boyfriend and that michael could tag along if he wanted to. however, michael was starting to get bored. his hands gripped your hips and began to move you manually on his thighs. your free hand fell onto michael’s chest and you glared at him, but he just grinned.
“keep talking,” he mouthed and you rolled your eyes at him. she continued to talk about places to go later that day. your brows furrowed as michael hit a good spot inside you and a sigh left your mouth. you could hear trisha’s frown through the phone, especially when she asked if everything was okay.
“yeah, i just don’t think today’s a good day,” you excused, “me and michael planned to spend the day together, y’know with it being our weekend off and all that, maybe tomorrow? if that works with you..”
trisha sighed, yet she agreed that tomorrow would give you all time to plan out where and when.
you pinched michael’s collarbone and he winced, thrusting up into you to try catch you off guard again. this time, a scarcely audible moan left your open lips. but it was into the phone and trisha gasped, asking if you were okay.
“i’m.. ah, i’m fine,” you panted, your nails creating marks in michael’s jawline while he smiled, “it’s just a bit hot in here, haven’t managed to open the windows yet.. how does tomorrow at seven sound?”
you wanted to celebrate when your friend agreed to your arrangement but now she began to list why she knew you’d accept her boyfriend. michael was as impatient as ever and your eyes rolled back as he began to bounce you himself. your hold on the phone grew weak and little hums buzzed in the base of your throat. trisha took it as you agreeing with her. with every movement michael forced upon you, the phone slipped from your hand gradually until it fell into the sheets and your friend probably, surely heard the mattress squeaking.
michael grabbed the phone before you could, thrusting up into you quickly and spoke into the phone, “hey trish, we’re a bit busy right now, can you call back later?”
you could hear the familiar laughter through the phone before a few words and a buzz indicating she hung up. throwing the phone to the side, michael chuckled, “she knew the whole time!”
laughing along with him, you shrugged, “that’s trish, anything to frustrate us, gotta love her though..” your boyfriend rolled his eyes, “sure.. i think she just likes keeping you away from me..”
you giggled, leaning down to kiss michael a few times, “maybe, but now we can continue with no interruptions.”
michael grinned, stealing a longer kiss, “fuck yeah!”