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HOW THEY ACT WHEN THEY THINK YOU’RE ASLEEP — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento

ღ warnings — none just fluff ! !

ღ note — these were very refreshing to write idk why,, i feel like they kinda got me back into a nice writing groove <3

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

it is late when satoru returns home from work, letting the door close softly behind him before he travels deeper into your apartment—searching for you. so maybe that’s why he isn’t suspicious when he finds your figure lying on the couch, seemingly already asleep from where you were sat waiting up for him to come back to you now doubt. but you hear the snowy haired sorcerer breathe out a laugh that sounds a little more fond and soft before he’s crouching next to your figure, letting his palm curl around your neck as he leans in to press a kiss along your cheek—before letting his lips linger over the skin a few moments longer. “just as pretty as always, sweet girl. waiting up for me? aren’t you cute.” you’d roll your eyes if you could at the teasing tone of his voice, but you still melt when you feel the couch dip next to you—satoru’s hands gently guiding you against his chest. “there we go. that’s better, yeah? don’t want you yelling at me when your necks sore, angel.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

he’d ran some errands while you relaxed on the couch, you had been trying to nap previously but decided just to wait up for him to come home — your eyes closed contently. “you asleep?” suguru hums from his place in the door way, a few of your favourite snacks hanging in a bag from his hand before he sets them down and crosses the room quietly, smiling to himself when he notices you, what he believes to be asleep on the couch anyway. the silence seems to settle for a few moments after, until you feel the rough pad of his thumb graze along your cheek in a gentle touch that has your eyes fluttering, but you hear suguru breathe out a sigh—one that sounds more like he’s home rather than tired. “you awake, sweetheart?” he hums, the low tone of his voice making you break character to lean into his touch before he presses a kiss to your temple. “room for one more, yeah? but i don’t think the couch is gonna fit both of us.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

thankfully you weren’t actually asleep when yuuji came home, but you still decided to keep up the act even though the first thing he does is call for you — in a familiar tone that’s bright and cheery and you know he’s smiling before he halts in the doorway when he sees you, shushing himself with his palm over his mouth. you hear his footsteps approach you a few moments later, listening to yuuji mumble to himself about how it looks like you’re asleep before he’s pausing infront of you, probably wondering whether or not he’s going to wake you. but the silence remains before you feel the cushions beside you dip, feeling the familiar warmth of your boyfriends broad chest press against you as he clumsily tries to guide you against his chest, making a few hushed sounds in the hopes that it might soothe you if he happened to shake you awake, followed by a “yay! bet you’re comfy now, baby.” when he’s finally wrapped in you—nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi was always quiet whenever he came home, hushed footsteps and gentle movements but you can still hear him travel through the apartment — hesitant when he opens the door to the darkened bedroom where you were once asleep, now you just lay with your eyes closed, not ready to move yet. he doesn’t say anything, already assuming you’re still lost in a blissful dream but he does approach you with a grumble before you feel him carefully tuck the comforter over your figure, tch-ing and grumbling about how you’re gonna end up catching a cold. but you don’t notice the way megumi looks at you before he leans down to place a fleeting kiss against your cheek, a blush high on his own and he’s mostly unaware of the soft smile that’s decorating his features — a much softer expression that the one others were used to, but it’s one that was familiar because it was reserved only for you.

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

he’d unfortunately got roped into some overtime, but he still always managed to finish up quickly knowing he was going to be coming home to you. but you hear nanami sigh when he first enters the apartment, taking off his shoes and no doubt loosening his tie before he’s searching for you — something to ground him after a long, tiring day. he assumes immediately you’re asleep when you don’t perk up at the sight of him in the doorway, but the tension in his shoulders still melt when he sees your figure so peaceful on the couch. “sweetheart?” nanami hums, sitting on the other side of the couch before he’s resting your feet in his lap—letting his fingers trace featherlight touches up your calf before he’s propping his head up against his palm and relaxing into the cushions. you both stay like this for a few moments, unmoving before he mumbles something about making you tea for waking up and leaving you with a chaste kiss.

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𝐵𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 🖤 ᴅᴀʀᴋ 🤍 ꜱᴏꜰᴛ!ᴅᴀʀᴋ ❤️ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ 💖 ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ❤️‍🩹 ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ 😂 ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅʏ (ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ꜱᴀʏ, ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ) 👻 ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ

☼ 🖤❤️ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇꜱ (ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ 🖤❤️ ꜱᴏɴɢʙɪʀᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 // ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 (ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ ❤️😂💖❤️‍🩹 ʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴋɪᴅ (ᴄʜᴇꜰ!ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ x ᴀꜱᴘɪʀɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ—ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ)  ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1// ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2// ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

☼ ❤️💖😂 ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ (ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴘʟᴜꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

☼ 🖤❤️ 👻 ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ɴᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ (ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x “ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ”!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ 💖❤️ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜰɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ ❤️💖 ᴄʜᴜʙʙʏ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ)

☼ ❤️ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ (ᴅᴏᴍ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʙʀᴀᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ 🤍❤️ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴀʜᴏʟɪᴄ (ᴅᴀʀᴋ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ ❤️😂 ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀʏ 1 2 (ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼❤️💖 ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ (ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ! ɢᴀʀɢᴏʏʟᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴀᴄᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ

☼ 🤍❤️💖 ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ (ᴛʜᴏʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

☼ ❤️‍🩹 ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ (ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ

☼ 🖤🤍❤️ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, ᴛᴏᴏ (ᴅᴀʀᴋ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ

✨𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇✨

☼ ❤️🖤❤️‍🩹ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʙɪʀᴅ (ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ!ᴀᴜ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

🎀  𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈  🎀

⭐️❤️💖❤️‍🩹 ꜰɪʀᴇꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ) ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ

⭐️❤️💖😂 ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴘʟᴜꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ 1 || 2 ||

⭐️❤️😂 ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ/ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ: ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⭐️🖤🤍❤️ ʟᴀʙᴇʟᴇᴅ (ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴋ! ᴍᴏʙ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

⭐️🤍❤️ ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʙ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ (ᴍᴏʙ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

⭐️❤️💖 ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ (ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

⭐️🖤🤍❤️ ʜᴏᴡʟ (ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

PAC: Your Future

Not every reading you come across is going to be for you.

Tarot is read of current energies. Tarot does not mean something is set in stone especially for general reads. You can always change paths.

So for those reasons, take it as entertainment.

Titles & photos have very little to do with the content btw

1-2

one.

You spent many years feeling stuck & trapped. You imagine a life where you’re free. You may have goals of living in a city - somewhere far from home. You want to be unreachable from your current life.

In the future, it appears you have moved far away. You could be working or studying. You will know if this reading is for you if you have interest in biology, health, fitness or a physically active career. This career definitely requires higher education. You may be 25 when this happens or it takes place in 2025.

In the future, you are satisfied because you have finally achieved the goal of leaving.

The downside you still feel empty inside. Building a new life in this new place is not easy. You are either not close with your family or you want to do things independently. When issues arises (ex: car/transportation problems, a surprise bill/expense, etc) you have no one nearby to call. You struggle a lot.

However, it feels necessary. You must mature. Become independent, teach yourself the necessary skills to survive in life (cook, basics of laundry/cleaning, surviving on a budget, basic car or public transportation knowledge, etc).

Occasionally, you feel fear. I sense a deep pit in the stomach kind of feeling. You may experience a scary situation - being robbed, being followed, etc. Or it may simply be a fear because you know these situations are a possibility.

As I said wrote earlier, you will struggle a lot and there are a lot of tears. You will adapt but the questions - Did I choose the right path? What will become of me? - are consistent.

You will have a few acquaintances through work and/or school. You don’t seem very close to any of them. It seems everybody already knows everybody. Everybody prefers someone else over you. This can change over time.

However, effort is required. Effort is required for all of this to turn out positively. If you fail to teach yourself how to survive, if you fail to do well at your job or in school, this could easily lead back to your current state - 4th H Card: hometown, parent’s house.

If you adapt & survive, I see your personality transforming. You will be more independent/self reliant, you will feel deeply proud of how far you have come.

In romantic life, possibly due to the stress and fears of being lonely in this city, you will begin to desire a protector. You will lose interest in other types of guys like the nerdy, artsy, skater types, etc. You want someone who is intimidating. Someone who scares any possible threats away. This could be sub conscious. This may not even be a change in your type, you could already want this kind of partner. Either way the desire for a protector is extremely strengthened.

Now, be cautious because I feel some of you may accept a toxic person. Excuse their behaviours because you simply don’t want to be alone. The early part of this year - having moved & learned to adapt - was extremely transformative & possibly traumatic. You don’t want to go back to that dark phase. Keep in mind, your romantic partner has potential to be just as much of a predator as some rando on the street. Choose wisely is my advice. Don’t jump into a relationship because you’re lonely - although you will be tempted. Don’t stay in a situation that isn’t safe just because it has become comfortable.

two.

Similar to pile one, 5 is important either in 2025, in 5 years or when you’re 25.

You will be hearing “congratulations”. If you’re in a relationship, you will be getting engaged. If not, you will soon meet someone. The energy here is very stable and traditional.

You will have graduated from your schooling. You will have a stable job. Your person will choose this time to propose. The summer after you graduate is significant. This chapter in your life is so joyful. Everything you manifested is/has come to fruition. You’re so excited. Smiling so much it makes your cheeks hurt. Everyone around you is so happy. You or your best friend may love to organize and plan (Prominent Virgo or Libra placements for this person). They’ll help make your dream wedding day a reality. The wedding hasn’t happened but everyone is celebrating you! (Prominent Leo, Gemini or Cap placements).

There is a lot of earth energy to this reading as well. Your wedding or proposal may take place outside. You and your spouse could be athletic people. Enjoy a lot of outdoor dates - camping, lakes, beaches, biking, etc. Life is going absolutely perfect for you, pile two.

However, there is a very youthful energy here. You two may still be young - mid 20s(?). So of course, you’ll get some making hateful/judgy/jealous comments 🧿 But I don’t see this even bothering you one bit. You are simply too happy and focused on yourself and your loved ones. Good for you pile two! It hasn’t been easy for you in youth to not let other’s opinions affect you. You’ve definitely grown.

One important thing that keeps reappearing is an older feminine is so proud of you. It may be your mother, grandmother or mother in law. Your family is so proud of you. You archived everything you said you would - school, career, marriage. They’re definitely calling people to brag about you. If you have a sour relationship with your mother, by this time it really seems like all is resolved. Real growth & maturity. Lots of love.

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hickeys | suna rintarou

a/n: short but sweet and not rlly proofread sorry friends ));

suna rintarou has a thing for good luck charms, believe it or not.

he carries an amulet he bought on new year’s for success or special items his daily zodiac informs him on what’ll help his luck. anything that he can rely on to grant him good fortunes. even your presence can provide such luck according to him.

so before his next match against a powerhouse team, suna drags you to the nearest and emptiest stairwell to be able to indulge in you and your charms in hopes of doing his best.

your soft laughs echo as suna wraps his arms around your waist, planting kiss after kiss on every inch of your face before landing a longer peck on your lips.

you’re smiling through the kiss, holding onto his jersey to keep your legs from giving up on you. he kisses your forehead before you indulge in him, kissing his jaw before lightly suckling on it.

suna’s glad you couldn’t see how red and flustered his face was. it felt like his legs were going to give; he held onto your shoulders, letting you pamper him in kisses. that was until you lowered your lips down to his neck, sucking his skin and leaving a purple and red mark visible to the world.

“ah, y/n…” suna pulled away, you staring up at him in worry, wondering if you did something wrong.

suna looked around for something, until he walked up to the window in the hallway and stared at his reflection, poking at the mark you just left.

“ah, i’m sorry. i got carried away, rin,” you looked down at your hands. he turned around before smiling at you and planting a kiss right on your cheek.

“don’t worry, babe. it’ll be my lucky charm for today,” he teased. you smiled at his corniness, but knowing him, it always worked out in his favor.

especially when his team won the match and offered you a round two from your previous activites.

therapeutic 

Ugh I just love mob Bucky and biker Bucky so much

Summary: Your biker neighbor invites you over for his birthday party. Just you and him. 

Pairing: Biker Bucky x reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings; Smut, Minors DNI, 18+,

A/N: Hastily written, will correct mistakes later. 

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

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The loud bass from his music shook your window, your blinds swaying back and forth, casting dancing shadows across your bed. Despite holding your pillow tight around your ears, the indiscernible lyrics bounce around your dark room. 

Four hours. 

Four hours of his god-awful music. To be fair, he warned you he was having a party, but this was ridiculous. You have so much stuff to do tomorrow and damn it; you need your sleep. Flinging your pillow at the wall with a frustrated scream, you turn over on your side. Grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you tap the screen. 

1:16

You push yourself up, muttering about inconsiderate sexy bikers while you shove a pair of shorts on. You’re straightening your t-shirt when the song ends and for a brief moment, you can hear yourself think, it’s so quiet. Quiet for the first time in forever. 

“Finally,” you sigh, resting your elbow on your dresser. You rub the back of your hand across your face and move towards your bed. 

Before you can touch the sheets, another song starts. Louder than before, now you can make out the lyrics. Kurt Cobain crooning “come as you are,” so clearly he might as well be next to you. 

“I’m going to rip his head off,” you grumble, stomping out of your room. “No, no, I’m going to shove your bike so far down your throat, I swear to God,-” 

You stop in the hallway, one hand on the wall, as you pull your shoes on. You fling your door open, looking around the block, all the other homes are still and dark, but not Bucky’s. Every single one of his lights is on, the music getting progressively louder by the minute. 

You slam your door shut and jog down the stairs and head to his front door. You’re so upset you fail to notice that only his bike is in the driveway. No other cars or bikes. 

You bang on his front door with your fist. “Bucky!” you scream, “Bucky!” 

The music cuts off and you can hear rummaging inside; you hit his door one more time. He opens it mid-knock, catching your fist with his large hand. 

 “Damn, you look good, happy birthday to me,” he grins, holding your hand close to his bare chest. He lifts your fist up, looking you up and down, “bout time you showed up,” 

“Wh-what?” you splutter, surprised at the sight of your neighbor wearing only a pair of tight black briefs and a brilliant smile 

Bucky chuckles, “yeah, I was running out of songs, I’ve been waiting hours for you, I would have started with Nirvana if I knew that was going to be one to bring you over,” 

“I-I uh,” You try to speak but then he kisses the back of your hand, his blue eyes flashing up at you. 

“Cmon in,” he says, caressing the inside of your wrist with his thumb. 

His skin is rough and calloused and the small circles he rubbing around your pulse feel good, for a second you imagine him doing to your clit. You drop your eyes to your feet, ignoring the growing throb in your cunt. Nope, no, you’ve avoided him since you moved in, you will not break now. 

You shake your head, “I can’t Bucky, I’m only here to tell you to turn it down and you can’t play loud music to get me to come over to your house,”

Bucky smirks, “it worked didn’t it,” he laughs softly when your faces drops. He lets go of your wrist, cupping your chin in his large hand.

 “It’s my birthday, don’t make me spend it alone,” his voice, deep and smooth, his bottom lip poking out in a faux pout. You fight off a grin, but he catches it and wrinkles his nose at you. 

He pulls you to his broad chest, tilting his down, “there’s only one thing I want for my birthday, gorgeous,” 

“What?” 

He arches his brow, “you know what I want,” 

Bucky has been after you since you moved in next door, his tough reputation preceding him. It’s at odds with the man who mows your lawn and fixed the drain in your sink.

Then again, he has refused to put up curtains, and he walks around naked too often, maybe he catches you peeking once or twice but you can’t help yourself.

He calls you gorgeous, but Bucky is stunning. And big. And thick. His eyes are captivating, those lips of his drive you mad sometimes.

“I think you want it too,” he murmurs, watching how your gaze drifts down to his groin. Your breathing is shallow, and it hastens when a tent forms the longer you stare. 

“Sleep, I uh-,” you clear your throat, bringing your eyes up to his six-pack. “I need to go to sleep,” you would think looking at his stomach would be better, but then you see a thin vein going down his shorts and you’re back to staring at his bulge. 

Bucky has an arrogant smirk plastered on his lips. He’s been wearing you down for weeks now, and he’s not giving up that easily. All he needs is one chance, and he doesn’t intend to blow it. Taking your chin again, he lifts your head up, lowering his mouth down, his stormy blue eyes locked on yours, “gorgeous, I will fuck you to sleep,” he promises, inhaling your gasp, 

He brushes his soft lips over yours until your lips part. “Ah, that’s a good girl,” he says, kissing you so passionately you melt into his chest. He wraps his arms around you, walking you backward, kicking the door shut. 

He guides you down the hallway, ripping your clothes off between kissing you until you’re half delirious with need. You barely get to see the inside of his room before he has you planted face down on the bed. His large hands lifting your hips up as you grip the sheets in anticipation. Bucky teases your folds with the swollen head of his cock until you’re writhing and soaking him with your slick. 

“Please, Bucky,” you whine when he strokes your clit gently, “I need you,” 

He loses control at the sound of you begging for him, “I’m right here, gorgeous, gonna take good care of you,” he swears, grabbing his shaft as he pushes into your hot, silky walls. An explosion of pleasure making him grunt when you grip him. He knew you would feel amazing, but this is beyond anything he imagined, “fuck gorgeous, you’re so tight, never leaving this sweet pussy,” 

You push your head in his pillow, mewling his name when he hits a soft spongy spot in you. His fast, steady pace pushing to the brink with every stroke, filling you completely until you can only moan. 

The symphony of skin slapping and your sloshing echoing in the room. Bucky lifts his leg up to go even deeper, making you deepen the arch in your back. He smacks your ass, “fuck baby, give it to me, cum for me,” he pants, pulling your hips back. 

He reaches down, rubbing his palm over your swollen bud, “that’s it, that my good girl,” he groans when you try to jerk away, needing a small reprieve from the barrage of pleasure he’s drilling into you, your stomach tensing as your arms give out, “don’t run baby, you can take it” 

He follows you down to the sheets, pumping in and out of you, his palm pressing down harder. The sensations surging through you, his hot heavy body caging you in until the coil breaks in you. 

“Bucky,” you cry out mindlessly as he fucks you through your orgasm, hot white pleasure washing over you. Bucky kisses your shoulder, taking your hands in his,, your walls holding him so tight he can barely move.

“Fuck, fuck, shit I’m gonna-,” he bites down on your shoulder as he nears his release, a few more frantic thrusts until you fill warmth in your throbbing core, his body relaxing on top of you. 

“Happy birthday,” you yawn. 

He hums contentedly, pulling out of you gently. He rolls onto his side, his hand rubbing your back, “Gorgeous,” he says kissing your damp forehead, “that was everything I ever wanted, but now that I’ve had a taste, I want more,” 

You smile drowsily as he kisses you again. “Now go to sleep so I can fuck you awake in a few hours,”