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SEBASTIAN STAN Flaunt Magazine The Phone a Friend Issue (March 2022)
Summary: You're cold, and Matt is warm. That's it.
Warnings: Pure tooth rotting fluff.
Author's note: My house being cold AF this morning and my bestie @what-the-hell from the Horny Hive inspired this lil drabble đ
New York winters were something you were going to have to get used to. This particular night it was positively frigid, and no amount of blankets, socks, and flannel pajamas could save you from the bitter cold. Your boyfriend Matt was fast asleep next to you, but you were wide awake and shivering.
You felt the bed shift, and then a warm hand on your arm. Matt slowly rolled you over so that you were facing him. Little did you know, he could feel you shivering.
"Sweetheart, c'mere." He whispered as he hugged you to his chest.
"I'm sorry, Matt. It's just so cold. I'm not used to this."
"Shhhhhh. It's alright. You should have told me you were cold." He said before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to disturb you."
"You're never, ever disturbing me, sweetheart. I'll always keep you warm."
He caressed your cheek and placed a soft kiss there. You snuggled into his embrace and he petted your hair until you fell asleep. Once he heard your heartbeat even out, he finally fell asleep. You were warm and safe in his arms, right where you belonged.
Taglist: @rashnuhere @faery-god @matt-erialgirl
@catholicdaredevil @star-spangled-man
@sobachka-korol
HES SO CUTE AAAA
OSCAR ISAAC being a cutie đ€
Andrew Garfield as Spiderman #2:Â
summary: you and eddie have secretly been hooking up and of course, dustin and steve get suspicious that you are hiding something and completely invade your privacy to reveal your secret <3
prompts: âi donât remember that, that doesnât sound like meâ & ârecognize this?â âwhere in the hell did you find that?â
warnings: mentions of sex, make out sesh, language, not proof read!
*this has been one of my faves to write so far!!!*
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You started hooking up with Eddie Munson behind your friends backs two months ago, and they were starting to suspect you were hiding something from them. You never thought youâd be in a relationship like this with Eddie âthe freakâ Munson, but when you got paired together for an English project, and he started looking a little too hot, you couldnât resist.
It wasnât a classic friends with benefits thing. You had clothes and other miscellaneous belongings at each others houses, and Eddie even brought you lunch and dinner occasionally and you would just talk about life. It wasnât a dating-type thing, but whatever it was, it worked for the both of you.
Your friends started suspecting you were hiding something a couple of weeks ago, more specifically, nosey ass Dustin and Steve. You were going to meet Eddie for a much-needed night together, and apparently, you looked too happy. It made it more suspicious to them when you wouldnât say where you were going. You said it was none of their damn business and walked out of Family Video. Not your best coverup.
You were currently laying on Eddieâs couch, only in a bra and underwear, blanket over you, while Eddie was making breakfast in the kitchen, only in his underwear. You smiled at him as you watched him make pancakes, surprisingly good at doing so. He looked up, noticing you staring.
âWhat?â He questioned, smiling.
âNothing.â You looked away and stared at the TV. âWanna watch a movie tonight?â
âLet me guess, 'Sixteen Candlesâ?â
âShut up.â You told Eddie, laughing and throwing a pillow at him as he walked over to you. He moved the blanket off of you, wrapping it around his back, then laying on top of you. He placed a hungry kiss on your lips.
âIâm surprised you want to go to Family Video with the way those idiots have been hounding you about your secret double life.â Eddie joked. He placed his elbows on the side of you, rubbing your face and playing with your hair with his hands.
âThey think Iâm hooking up with some mystery college guy. That doesnât even sound like something Iâd do. Theyâre so dumb.â You said.
âAnd hooking up with the schoolâs biggest freak does?â Eddie questioned.
âThatâs not what I meant. And I didnât think we were only hooking up. It doesnât feel like thatâs all this is. If it was, you wouldnât be making me breakfast or caressing me right now.â You pointed out. Eddie nodded his head, agreeing.
âWhen you put it that way, I guess youâre right,â Eddie said, kissing your forehead.
âWhy, do you only consider us to be fuck buddies?â You were confused and truly hoping he didnât think that. You shifted, trying to get up. Eddie moved immediately and let you sit up, grabbing the blanket from him.
âOh my gosh, no, Y/N! I feel the same way you do! Iâm sorry, I didnât phrase that right I guess.â Eddie pulled you on top of him, he peppered you with kisses all over. You giggled and put your lips on his.
âIâm sorry. You know how I am. Queen of overthinking. Can we just eat pancakes now?â You snuggled into his chest, wrapping your arms and legs around his body. He swiftly picked you up, carrying you to the counter and placing you on it. You giggled and smiled the whole time. He hand-fed you a pancake, smiling like an idiot while doing so. Eddie was completely and utterly whipped. Especially after knowing you didnât consider your relationship just hooking up. How could you keep getting more perfect?
â-
âHey, Hair! Can I have 'Sixteen Candlesâ?â You greeted Steve, him rolling his eyes at your nickname for him.
âAgain?â He questioned.
âNot you too.â You slipped out.
âWho else makes fun of you for loving that movie?â Steve inquired.
âMy mom does, constantly.â You covered.
âSure.â Steve gave you a suspicious look and got the movie for you. Before you thought you were in the clear, Dustin came into the store. You groaned quietly, not wanting to hear about your secret life. If only he knew it was with his D&D leader and role model.
âY/N!â Dustin gave you a side hug. âWhat have you been up to?â He questioned.
âNothing much, just enjoying my Saturday. Iâm going to watch my favorite movie later with some friends.â You told the young boy. âWhat about you Dusty-bun?â You asked.
âI just invited the Hellfire gang over to hang out tonight at my house, so Iâm getting some horror flicks!â Dustin said, excitement in his voice. You lifted your eyebrows.
âEveryone is going?â You questioned.
âYeah! You can come too if you want, and you too Steve! But I know you think we are a bunch of nerds.â
âIndeed Henderson,â Steve added, handing you your movie.
âThanks.â You said quietly. âAs for tonight, Iâll let you nerds have a night to yourselves. Iâll see you two later.â You quickly left the store, rushing back to Eddieâs. Leave it to Dustin to ruin your movie night.
When you pulled up to his trailer, Eddie was outside, sitting on the steps.
âHey, Iâve been waiting for you!â Eddie told you, getting up.
âTo tell me that Dustin asked you to hang out and so youâre ditching me?â You laughed.
âYouâre not mad?â Eddie pulled you to him, kissing your lips lightly.
âNo. I know how much he means to you. You can just come by my house afterward.â
âSounds like a plan gorgeous.â
ââ-
It hit ten o'clock when all of the Hellfire members left Dustinâs, leaving him, Steve, and Eddie alone. Yes, Steve showed up after Dustinâs begging.
âDid Y/N seem off to you today? She got weird when you said your nerds were coming over here.â Steve asked Dustin. Eddie flipping him off.
âSheâs been weird the last couple of months, dude. She sneaks off at school and on the weekends especially. But yeah, youâre right. Every time Hellfire comes up she gets weird.â Dustin agreed.
âMaybe Eddie scares her,â Steve said, laughing. Eddie sarcastically laughed at the statement. Knowing he very much does not scare youâŠ
âWe should go check on her. See whatâs up.â Dustin said.
âMaybe she just wants some privacy? You two are so fucking nosey.â Eddie told the pair. Steve and Dustin looked at him with blank stares.
âAre you coming or what?â
The three boys hopped in Steveâs car and drove to your house. Eddie couldnât let them harass you with questions without him there. Luckily, he remembered that your parents went out of town this weekend.
When they got there, you were startled by the headlights but assumed it was just Eddie. When you answered the door and saw Steve and Dustin looking back at you, Eddie behind them, you were very confused.
âWhy are you two here?â
âDonât you mean to ask why the three of us are here?â Dustin picked up on your slip-up immediately.
âI didnât even see Eddie, sorry.â
âSure.â
The three boys made their way in, heading towards your room. You prayed there wasnât anything of Eddieâs visible.
âWe wanted to see how youâre doing. Weâre worried about you.â Steve explained.
âSeriously? You guys need to stop with that. I am fine!â
âWell just to be sure, letâs watch 'Sixteen Candlesâ! Even though you probably just got done watching it with friends, right?â Dustin questioned. Gosh, this boy was good.
âThey actually canceled. Iâll go make popcorn.â
âIâll help get drinks.â Eddie followed you out of the room, into the kitchen.
âWhat the fuck, Eddie?â You whispered.
âTheyâre mentally deranged! There was no stopping them!â He whisper-yelled back. You took the popcorn out of the microwave and the two of you made your way back to your room. When you entered, Steve and Dustin stood there with huge smirks on their faces.
âWhat is up with you two?â You questioned. The pair looked at each other and smiled. Dustin suddenly moved his hidden hand out from behind his back, holding a shirt up in the air. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
âRecognize this?â It was Eddieâs shirt. Then, Steve held up a polaroid picture of you and Eddie that you took one night while the two of you were very drunk and very naked. Luckily, the photo didnât show anything.
âWhere in the hell did you find that?!â You practically screamed.
âWe looked through your dresser,â Dustin said as if it wasnât a big deal.
âWhat the fuck?! You two are insane!â You yelled at the pair. You ripped the shirt and photo out of their hands and hid them away once again.
âLetâs move on to the bigger picture⊠YOU AND EDDIE?!â Dustin yelled. âI repeat, YOU AND EDDIE?!â
âSo what?!â
âItâs Eddie!â Steve argued.
âAnd?â
âI shouldâve known. The first time you saw him at school you mumbled that he could fuck you any time of day.â Dustin told the group.
âI donât remember that, that doesnât sound like me.â You said, sheepishly. Kind of embarrassed that Dustin heard you say that, and that he just told Eddie and Steve.
âYeah, it doesnât. Which is why Iâm very confused.â Steve added.
âWill you two please leave? Youâve done enough for today, thank you. And never go through my shit again. That is so weird.â You told the pair, shaking your head. Dustin had his head down and apologized on his way out, while Steve was glaring at Eddie. When you finally heard the car drive away, you sunk down on the floor, laying there like a dead body.
âI donât know if I should be utterly pissed or relieved.â You told Eddie.
âI know right. Gosh, I hate them sometimes.â Eddie laid on the floor next to you, planting kisses on your face. âSoâŠâ Eddie started.
âSo?â
âSince they know we⊠Can I take you out sometime? Not that I donât love our dinners and stuff, but Iâd like to make this official⊠if you wantâŠâ You smiled at Eddieâs words, sitting up immediately.
âYou mean it?â Eddie sat up and pulled you closer to him.
âOf course I do. I donât know if you are aware, but Iâm kinda crazy about you. And I would gladly fuck you any time of the day.â Eddie smirked. You got red in the face.
âIâm kinda crazy about you too.â You replied, kissing Eddie.
âTomorrow we should go into Family Video making out or something, completely making them regret looking through your stuff,â Eddie said, making you laugh.
âOh, abso-fucking-lutely.â
ââ
i really hope yall loved this as much as i do!!!!Â
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Harrychella 2022
can i request a drunk sex with bucky please đ with him being dominating and rough towards the reader with some dirty talk or even choking kink đđ thank you
This request has been sitting in my asks for a hot minute and itâs a crime really. I LOVE this. Thank you, anonđ« Iâve missed doing requests sooo much. I forgot how fun they are. Hopefully, I can get to the rest soon so I can open them back upđâ€ïž
word count: 3.1k
warnings: smut, angst, use of alcohol, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, breeding kinkÂ
tags: @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44 @harrysthiccthighss @sparksforkoo @bemine-bucky @thewritingdoll @buckydaddy @buckysboobs @hallecarey1 @la-cey, @noorreads @floral-recs @ofherscarlettwitchways
You find yourself in Buckyâs practically bare apartment. Your skin is warm while your eyes swim. He broke out the alcohol to talk over. Catch up and whatnot. But, what started out as a few drinks and light hearted story telling quickly turned into something you knew you both couldnât avoid for much longer.
As you sit at the small kitchen table, you can feel the frustration, the sadness that hangs between where you sit and the man across from you. Alcohol tends to do that. Makes you bare and open to conversations you most certainly shouldnât be having while inebriated.
âWhere did we go wrong?â
Buckyâs voice is thick, somewhat slurred. A mixture of hurt and the brown liquid he swirls in his glass. Where did you guys go wrong? He genuinely loved you. You loved him. The relationship was full of passion and adventure. It was bliss. Until one day, it wasnât.
He became distant while you struggled to help him. How could you help someone who didnât want to help themselves? You suggested he see a therapist, someone who can aid his damaged mind. He blew up. He couldnât fathom that youâd say such a thing to him.Â
It was a mutual breakup. It was clear that it just wasnât the right time for either of you. You thought a mutual agreement to end things would be easy to move on from. You were so wrong. So, so wrong because he plagues your thoughts day in and day out.
Bucky Barnes is beautiful. His choppy brown hair with those deep, brooding blue eyes is something to be envied. His tiny nose and dimpled chin top everything off perfectly. And that mouth. God, that mouth. His lips are plump with straight teeth hidden behind them. The body he carries is sculpted with ridges and dips that look as if they were carved. Even the scars that surround his vibranium shoulder are laced with an intricate beauty.
Heâs caring, smart, and passionate. But, behind all the good that is utterly James is someone who gets sad, angry, paranoid. Heâs never been open about his past, but whatever he went through, it clearly fucked him up more than heâll ever be willing to admit.Â
âIâm not sure, Buck.â
âYou think youâd ever give us a shot again?â
His eyes are glassy. Full of hope as he looks at you. Clearly heâs thought about this more than once. It makes your heart clench. You donât know. You canât possibly know at this moment in time because your mind is foggy and itâs all just too much.Â
âBucky, we should have this talk another time. Maybe when we're sober.â You stand, swaying a bit before searching for your phone in your purse. âIâll get an Uber. Thank you for the nice evening.â
Before you can even pull up the app, his hand gently takes your phone to place it on the table. Buckyâs standing above you now. Close enough to where his cologne attacks your smell and makes you even more light headed. How youâve missed his towering body and woodsy scent.
His palm covers your cheek as he angles your head back to look at your face.
âStay,â he whispers. Itâs a simple request. Sleep it off with him. You just canât get yourself to. Youâve gone this long without seeing him. You canât afford to screw up your progress.Â
Progress. That makes you giggle inside because have you truly made any progress when heâs still all you think about? All you fantasize about on all those lonely nights under the sheets?Â
âStay.â He says again, bending down to trace his nose along yours. You let him, even lean into the warmth of his hand. His lips are close now. He dances them across your pout, his breath mixing with yours.Â
âYou know we canât,â you croak.
âWe can. One night with me is all I ask. Do you know how much Iâve missed you?â
âBuck-âÂ
âI miss waking up to you. Miss our late night dancing. Miss cooking for you. Our trips to the museum.â
Tears start to form in your eyes as he continues to ramble off all the things you both used to do, what you each did for each other. âAnd when I need to get off youâre the only person I think of. I get so hard picturing you underneath me. I miss filling you up every chance I get, doll.â
Heâs not making this easy. Not in the slightest. Youâll both regret the sex along with the admissions in the morning. Youâll ruin what little independence you have from him. Can you really go back to crying behind closed doors to the thought of him?
Fuck it. You grab his face, smashing his lips against yours and your tongue instantly finds his. His mouth is just as you remember. Soft, skilled, full of need. His tongue invades your mouth as he frantically pulls your hips against his erection, grinding against you with a moan.
âFuck me,â you gasp when you pull away. âFuck me rough, Bucky.â
His demeanor changes in an instant, just like when heâs happy one moment then angry at the world the next. His eyes darken and his grip on your waist tightens. This is what you need. You need to be used, not made love to. Youâre scared of what might happen if heâs gentle. A dam will break and itâll fucking hurt. You may be drunk, but youâre sober enough to know a rough fucking wonât hurt you as much as when he whispers sweet nothings in your ear with soft strokes.
He lifts you on the table, situating himself between your legs as he continues to kiss you fiercely. Heâs holding your head in place, biting and sucking your bottom lip until you both taste the faint iron of blood. You gasp into his mouth when you feel his hand slide between your legs.
The only barrier keeping him from your pussy is the panty hose youâre wearing under your skirt. You look into his eyes, spreading your legs apart for him. He watches as you open so beautifully for him, tracking the rise of your skirt intently.
Once you feel him press his fingers against your covered clit, your eyes grow heavy and your head tilts back. Pressure builds in the pit of your stomach when his touch becomes much more firm. The nylon of your stockings creates a sweet friction that has your chest rising and falling rapidly.
Bucky chuckles as he looks at you. âNo panties, baby? You came here wanting to get fucked tonight didnât you?â
His words ring through your head, causing you to grow wetter with each syllable that wicked tongue speaks. He leans over your body, pressing you down onto the hardwood as he brings his mouth to your ear.Â
âTell me how much you missed my fat cock stretching this pretty cunt.â
His breath against your skin has tingles running down your neck. His fingers running over your swollen clit makes your core tighten and release as you chase the pleasure those long digits bring. You canât think, not when the fire in your belly keeps growing with each flick of his wrist.
When all you do is whine, Buckyâs metal hand finds your throat. He grips your neck tightly, making sure to keep you still as he brings his head up to look down at you. âTell me,â he spits.
The coolness of his palm against your throat is a complete contrast to the heat of his flesh hand thatâs rubbing your desperately wet pussy. Youâre trying to keep it together, but a particular motion makes you cry out in desperation. You havenât been fucked in awhile, ever since you and Bucky parted ways. Youâre too sensitive, too hyper aware of what heâs doing to your poor body. Cumming is the only thing on your mind as you hump against his hand.
âI miss your cock, Bucky. My fingers canât stretch me like you can. Please, please fuck me.â
Your desperation isnât an act. Itâs genuine and he knows this as he smirks at your shaking form. He always did love taking you apart until you were nothing but a heap of overworked flesh. God, does he know how to do it. Heâs an expert with your body. Knows everything that makes you beg for more and everything that makes you beg for him to stop because youâre just so tender.
âCum for me first, baby and Iâll fuck you. You remember how good I used to pound this pussy, donât you?â His fingers begin to draw tighter circles against your clit. You try to throw your head to the side, but his hand still has you pinned to the table. Those tight circles begin to grow in speed, making your wetness drip from your aching hole and your legs tremble.
âI know you do. I know you remember how far I stretched you, how deep I went, and especially how you cum so hard with something to wrap around.âÂ
âOh, fuck,â you gasp, his words going straight to your pussy. You remember it all. Of course you do because he always used to make you feel so good. There wasnât a day in your relationship where you two werenât having sex. Neither of you could never keep your hands to yourselves. And now, you have it all back. Have him back even if itâs just for tonight.Â
His hand moves from your neck to your hair, retching your head back with a grip that makes your scalp sting so that he can bite and suck at the skin of your throat. Your stomach is tightening, cunt throbbing as your orgasm approaches. Buckyâs mouth assaults your neck, the pain of his teeth is soothed with his tongue. His fingers keep rubbing you, switching directions ever so often which causes you to twitch with each new movement.
You can feel it. The way your skin is buzzing, how your ears begin to ring and how the heat in your core works up your spine. âBucky, I-â You try to warn him, but it hits you so suddenly that you canât finish your sentence. Instead, youâre left crying out profanities as your back arches off the table and your hands grasp for any part of his body they can get to.
The heart stopping climax seems to go on forever as he works you through it. He doesnât stop until youâre twitching and pushing his hand away from between your legs. Itâs like you canât move, canât think as you lay limp, basking in the high he just gave you. Suddenly, your body is being flipped, face against the wood while your legs dangle over the edge.
Bucky doesnât give you any time to calm your racing heart before heâs pushing your skirt up past your hips to hook his fingers into your stockings. You feel his fingers dig into the nylon, hear the rip as he tears them at the crotch. The cool air hits your soaked folds, but as soon as you feel the cold, you're engulfed in heat when he presses his member between your lips.Â
âSo wet, doll. So fucking wet,â he grits, like heâs trying to contain himself. You donât want him to hold back. You know how feral he can get and you need that unabashed side of him.
âBuck, no more teasing.â
You donât know how much more of his rutting you can take. His swollen tip keeps grazing your overworked clit, making you keen for more. For something more filling. For the stretch Bucky can definitely give you.
Looking over your shoulder, you see him still fully clothed, much like yourself. You see him focusing on your exposed holes. Suddenly, his eyes snap to yours and with a small smile, he thrusts into you. Your mouth hangs open, body jerking up the table as you try to accommodate his size.
You know perfectly well how endowed Bucky is. How long and thick and pretty his cock is. You remember how it made you feel, how he made you feel. But, when you go without for this long, his girth is something that burns your walls while his tip is dangerously close to kissing your cervix. Itâs a pain you welcome fully because fuck does it come with a blinding pleasure that makes you clench onto him as if you want to keep him buried inside you.
His shaky breath fills the air as he slides out, only to thrust into you again. Youâre on your tiptoes as your head slumps on the table. Maybe you bit off more than you can chew because all of this is so overwhelming. The emotions, the way he pierces you with pointed thrusts. You try to run away to get just a tiny reprieve, but Bucky isnât letting up. He wonât let up.
Vibranium fingers grip the side of your face. He slides them into your mouth to jerk your head back up. Heâs three digits deep in your throat, making you choke as he bends you back at an angle. He presses his chest against your arched back, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispers through clenched teeth, âThis is what you wanted, slut. Youâre not going anywhere.â
Keeping his fingers between your lips, he pounds into you. Heâs moving your body against his with his free hand braced on your hip. Itâs nasty, the way your spit coats his hand and your mouth, the way his balls slap against your pussy each time he sheaths himself fully inside you, how animalistic his grunts become with each snap of his hips.
Youâre dumb for his cock. He fills you so effortlessly. Your walls crave the smooth glide of his shaft while simultaneously needing a break, a breather, something because itâs getting harder to breath. Itâs getting harder to stop the cries coming from between his fingers.
In the pit of your stomach, you start to feel that sinking feeling. The one that makes your skin tingle and your core buzz. Youâre pulsing around his length. Each time your pussy clamps around him, you can feel every ridge and vein more acutely. It makes the pounding that much better.
âYou keep squeezinâ me like that and Iâll fill this tight cunt up,â he heaves behind you.
Yes, you think, fill me up. Your hands fly to his lean waist, holding him against you so he can grind into you instead of pulling out. Just thinking about his cum running down your legs is enough to make that coil in your stomach wind tighter.
âOh, thatâs what you want isnât it, sweet girl?â
All you can let out is a whine. A desperate, pitiful whine and Bucky knows thatâs exactly what you want.
He pulls his metal fingers out of your mouth. You suck in air, catching the breaths heâs denied you this whole time. He grabs each of your hands from his hips and pins them to your back, making sure youâre completely immobile and compliant.
With one hand holding both of your own and the other shoving your face back down onto the table, he sets an even harsher pace than before. He doesnât stray far from your channel, keeping a bruising pace as he grinds into you. Tears fall from your eyes as you lay completely stiff beneath him, taking every single thrust he gives you.
âMaybe,â he pants, âI should put a baby in you. Get your stomach all swollen with my kid. Then, you couldnât leave me. Youâd be tethered to me forever.â
Heâs talking out of his head as he chases his high, but those words strike something in you. Something carnal and biological that it makes you soak his cock even more.
âGive me a baby.â You cry out, trying to match his thrusts but failing because heâs the one controlling the speed and itâs much faster than you can keep up with.
âI can see you now. How perfect your tits would look, how puffy and sensitive your pussy would get. And your fucking stomach.â
Harder he goes because heâs close. You know he is when he falls on top of you, trapping your arms between his chest and your back. Youâre going to cum. His weight on top of you, his words, his fucking hand that sneaked itâs way between your open folds to pet your clit. Itâs enough to make you snap.
Your body freezes as your eyes roll in the back of your head, mouth opened in a silent scream until moans finally break through with a stuttered crack. Bucky still doesnât stop. You beg him to ease up, but heâs not listening. Heâs making sure your pussy milks his cock for everything itâs worth. Heâs working to give you the biggest load he can.
âSo close, baby. Just a few more thrusts.â
You lay there, trembling and sore as you let him find pleasure within you. You havenât felt this good in a long time. You feel satiated, wanted. Just like old times.
You hear his breathing catch in his throat, feel his dick twitch as his thrusts slow down. He buries himself inside you as far as he can go and with a grunt, he releases himself inside your still throbbing walls.
You feel his cum begin to slide out and around his shaft, soaking his jeans and ruining your stockings further. He doesnât pull out, doesnât lift his body off yours. And you donât dare move, in fear of breaking this euphoric peace.
âIâve missed you,â he tells you again. You smile when he pushes your hair from your sweaty skin. âAre you okay?â
Heâs giving you the once over. The one he always did when the sex got particularly rough. âIâm perfect, Buck.â
Once he knows youâre good to go, he gently pulls out. He keeps you from getting up though, wanting to admire his work as it rolls down your folds. He always loved watching his semen coat the pussy he ruined.
When heâs satisfied with pushing it back inside you, he helps you up. âSo, youâre staying?â
âJust for tonight.â
His eyes soften. Heâll take what he can get. âRound two in the bedroom?â
You chuckle at his question. This man is never sexually satisfied. Lucky for him, youâre just as sex crazed as him. And damn him. He knows it too.
Without saying anything, you grab his hand, making the familiar trek to his room at the end of the hall with a tremble in each step. One night, you promise yourself, one night to just fuck him out of my system.
Deep down, you know a night of sex wonât help. What would help is to take Bucky back. And maybe one day soon you will. But tonight, itâs not about rekindling a relationship. Tonight is about sleeping with the man that knows how to play your body effortlessly. Giving yourself over completely to him because you need it. Even if itâs just for the night.
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