if you write for katniss- can you do her eating you out like, extreme😭
Her sultry eyes trailed down your body, that was spread open on the bed.
Katniss had previously returned from some Capitol publicity and was angry, and she needed to punish someone. And so she had you tied to the bed bare with your wrists cuffed to the bed frame.
Her styler hair was starting to fall, but oh how she looked beautiful. Completely radiant even with all the Capitol fashion.
She stalked your form as she walked around the bed. A devious smirk covered her face, “how are you feeling baby?”
Her smirk only widened as she caressed the gag she had placed in your mouth. Her calloused fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.
Her eyes were dark, an intensity you hadn’t seen before. Katniss squeezed your chin harder before pulling away.
She sauntered back to the edge of the bed where your legs were spread. She chuckled at your vulnerable position, loving the power dynamic.
“You’re so wet baby, dripping all over the sheets.”
She lowered to her knees, gazing at your pussy. She leaned in, licking a strip completely across your slit.
Your mouth tightened around the gag, a muffled moan emanating.
Katniss’s lips curled into a mischievous smile before flattening her tongue and continuing to eat you out.
Her strong hands spread your thighs wider, forcing your pussy to be exposed to the cool air.
Her lips brushed against your sensitive folds as her tongue thrusted in and out. One hand left your thigh and began to gently caress your clit with her finger.
It was soft, barely any contact. And it was torture. But as soon as your hips tried to push against her hand she pulled away.
She made a tutting sound, a smirk fighting its way back on her face. “Now baby, this isn’t for you. Take it like a good girl and let Mommy do her thing.”
Her finger returned to your clit, rubbing it in a lazy manner. Her tongue resumed her feasting on your pussy, thrusting deeper and deeper.
Her tongue twirled as she lapped up your arousal. A moan left her lifts, vibrating against your core.
She pushed further against you, letting her nose rub against your clit.
Her intense stare gazed up at you as you struggled to hold back your orgasm.
Katniss could clearly see your struggle, and intensified her assault on your pussy and clit. A moan struggled against the gag, much to her amusement.
She made a slight nodding motion, signaling her permission for you to cum.
And so you let go, grinding against her mouth as you came all over her tongue.
Her eager tongue lapped at your pussy once more before pulling away, your juices and a satisfied smile on her face. “Good girl”
An mcu request for my hot boy bucky to bring reader to clint's barnyard house thing for a friend's get together. they even have sex in the barnyard
Summer Lovin’
The summer night air was warm, thick with the scent of grilled food and cut grass. Music floated from the portable speaker near the picnic tables, and laughter echoed from the group gathered around the fire pit. Red Solo cups littered the yard, and someone had just pulled out sparklers.
But Bucky Barnes wasn’t paying attention to any of it.
He was watching you.
You looked over your shoulder and caught him staring — again — and this time you didn’t pretend not to notice. You smiled, slow and knowing, then turned back to your conversation with Wanda like you hadn’t just made Bucky’s stomach drop straight to his boots.
The dress you wore was light and summery, swaying just enough when you walked to make his thoughts drift far from the burgers on the grill. He could even swear he caught of glimpse of red lace.
He took a swig of his beer, muttering to himself.
“That girl’ll be the death of me”
His eyes continued to follow you as you wandered to refill your cup. The way that your hips swayed drove him wild, too wild.
He caught your gaze across the lawn and gave the smallest tilt of his head toward the old barn at the edge of the property. His eyes burned with intent.
You arched a brow, lips curving. Then you turned, made some excuse about checking your phone, and slipped away, disappearing behind the line of trees.
Bucky waited all of thirty seconds before following.
The barn was quiet, filled with the soft hum of crickets and the creak of old wood. Moonlight poured through the high windows, casting pale beams on the hay-strewn floor. Dust floated in the air, catching the light like tiny stars.
You were leaning against one of the wooden support beams when he stepped inside, arms folded, dress riding high on your thighs.
“You gonna tell me what’s got you looking at me like that all night?” you asked.
He shut the door behind him and crossed the space in just a few strides. When he stopped in front of you, he didn’t touch you yet — just let the tension stretch, pulling tighter with every breath.
“You really don’t know, babe?” he asked, voice low and rough.
You looked up at him from under your lashes. “MaybeI do, but I want to hear you say it.”
His jaw tightened. “You little tease. You’ve been driving me crazy.”
You bit back a smile. “Maybe that was my intention.”
That did it.
His hands were on your hips in a flash, pulling you flush against him. His touch was firm, deliberate, like he’d been thinking about this for days — maybe longer. You gasped softly at the feel of his chest pressed to yours, the heat radiating from his skin.
He leaned in, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear.
“I’ve missed touching you like this,” he murmured.
He was about to mutter something else, but you cut him off with a kiss. He groaned into your mouth, one hand sliding up your back, the other gripping your thigh, coaxing it up around his hip.
The kiss deepened, turning hungry, breathless. His metal fingers slipped beneath the hem of your dress, tracing up the curve of your leg to your panties, sending shivers through your whole body.
“Bucky…” you moaned, breaking the kiss just long enough to breathe.
He pressed his forehead to yours. “Let me play with you, let me take care of you”
The barn door creaked in the wind, and somewhere in the distance, someone laughed near the firepit — but in here, it was just the two of you. The rest of the world didn’t matter.
His lips found your neck, then your collarbone, slow and deliberate like he wanted to memorize the taste of your skin. You tilted your head, letting him explore, hands tangled in his hair, heart racing.
Unable to contain yourself, your fingers pulled tightly eliciting a sharp moan from Bucky.
His cool metal hand fumbled with your panties, pushing them aside as to slip a finger inside.
Your grip on his hair loosens when the cool metal circles your clit, another finger slowly pushing into your pussy.
Bucky resumes kissing your neck, holding the back of your head with his flesh hand. His hand grasping your hair and forcing you into deepening the kiss.
One of your legs was hooked around his hip, as he fingered you. The sound of your wetness becoming all the more apparent as he thrusted his fingers in and out.
Suddenly he was gone, his fingers so longer on your pussy. A dissatisfied groan pushed past your lips, but he only smirked as he continued to kiss you.
He snapped your panties back into place and gripped your thigh, as to pull you closer.
His hand in your hair pulled back, exposing your soft neck to his greedy lips. He suckled the sensitive skin, biting gently.
His metal hand manhandling your hips, as to make you grind against his hard bulge.
Both fully clothed, but the sensation overwhelming intense.
Warmth and hunger filling you up as you humped Bucky, desperate for your release.
He only grunted, meeting your grinding motions with his own. His hips working wonders, and bringing you closer to the edge.
Bucky’s hand left your hair causing you to have to grasp his shirt as to not fall. He only chuckled, darkly, as he reached down once more to circle your clit.
His motions were fast and precise—knowing your body inside and out (literally).
His own head was thrown back in pleasure as he quickened his assault on your sensitive nub.
The same familiar feeling building in your stomach as you felt him work you closer and closer to climax.
Bucky looked back at you before kissing your neck, up to your ear: “come on baby, I know you’re close. Let go for me”
With his soft goading, you came undone. Fully letting your body let go, and cum all over his hand and clothed bulge.
When you finally emerged from the barn some twenty minutes later, your hair was tousled, your lips a little too pink, and Bucky’s flannel was slightly unbuttoned.
Sam raised an eyebrow from the grill.
“You two have a good walk?”
You fought back a giggle. “Just needed some air.”
Bucky only shrugged, grabbed another beer, and stood behind you — close enough that your back brushed his chest.
No one said anything else.
But the look Steve gave you both said he knew exactly what kind of “air” you’d found.
Okay so this is nitpicky, but how do you guys like to have bucky’s non metal arm referred to. In my mind I think of it as the flesh arm, but I’m afraid that might be awkward for some people 😂. Anyway it’s not a big deal but I’m open to suggestions.
This takes place after the second game, so there might be some implied violence. Anyway just be careful with the content you consume and don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable.
Everything was quiet. Nobody seemed to want to make any noise following the game. So many people had been eliminated, yet thankfully you were still alive.
Your breathing catches as you hear the person in the bunk next to you stir: Namgyu.
He had swooped in and claimed you as his team’s fifth member for the six-legged race. You didn’t know why, but he pushed for you to be a part of his team. And in doing so you were accepted.
Thankfully, it worked out and you managed to successfully complete the round of gonggi on your second attempt. The entire time feeling his hand resting on your lower back.
It wasn’t quite supportive, but rather territorial. His long fingers curling around your waist in a possessive manner. But his touch seemed to ground you, allowing you to focus.
You are suddenly broken out of your thoughts when you hear Namgyu sit up in his bunk. His motions are slow, like he’s trying to not be heard. But you were already awake, too scared to sleep.
Your breath must of hitched in your throat since he stops moving.
Silence.
Then his voice rings out: “Babe? Are you still awake?”
You nod slowly before realizing it’s dark. Your voice is soft, barely audible, “yeah, I couldn’t sleep.”
Namgyu chuckles as he pushes himself off his bunk. His footsteps are soft as you hear him coming over towards you. “I couldn’t either.”
You sit up slowly, but feel a strong, calloused hand push your chest back. He pushes you once more forcing you to lay back down.
You don’t fight it, almost too perplexed to question what he is doing. Before you know it he sits down on your bunk and swings his legs around so he is laying next to you.
A blush covers your cheeks as you feel the heat from his body radiating off him. His close proximity sending a shiver down your spine.
It’s dark, but through the slight glow from the piggy bank you swear you can see a glimpse of a smirk across his features.
“Namgyu… what are you doing?”
He leans forward, gently kissing your neck. “Helping you calm down babe, now just relax and lower your voice.”
Warmth erupts across your neck, in every single place his kisses. Your heart thumping inside your chest like crazy when you hear him call you babe.
His teeth graze across your neck, tickling the sensitive flesh. Unable to help yourself your arms wrap around him pulling him closer.
He stops kissing you, a dark look in his eyes. “You like this don’t you?”
You nod slowly, praying that he kisses you agains
He only chuckles before slowly crawling so he is positioned above you. His hands are on either side of your head and he leans down to kiss you on the lips.
They’re warm and soft, a surprising contrasts to the intensity you feel as he sucks on your bottom lip. His teeth nip sensitively causing you to moan. With a satisfied groan he pushes his tongue pass your parted lips to deepen the kiss.
Your fingers claw at his back, pulling him closer to you as your legs wrap around his waist.
He pulls back slightly much to your disappointment. His voice is mocking as he tugs down your pants. “Don’t whine.”
He reaches down and tugs down his own bottoms before reaching his hand down to your throat.
He squeezed slightly, not enough to hurt but enough for a little bit of pressure.
“I’ve been waiting for this all day Princess.”
Your body shudders as he squeezes once more before lining himself up with your entrance.
His cock teases your folds, but his hand on your throat prevents you from being able to look down. His smirk is teasing before he leans down once more to kiss your lips.
His other arm resting beside your face. He rocks his hips forward eliciting a frantic gasp as you feel him stretch you open.
He swallows the sound as he kisses you roughly. His hips rocking back and forth as he thrusts into your aching pussy.
Your legs wrap around him pulling him closer, greedily trying to hold him as tightly as you can against your pussy.
His chuckle is dark as he begins to thrust harder. His groin slapping against your body. The sound of his cock ramming into your wet pussy.
“You feel so good baby, like you were made just for me.”
His head is thrown back as he fucks tou harder.
You’re going to say something but his shoves his thumb into your mouth.
He makes a cruel tsking sound, “oh no princess, you got to keep quiet. Don’t want anyway waking up and seeing you with a cock shoved into your slutty little hole, now do we?”
He leans back so he’s kneeling, before moving his hands to your hips. They wrap around your soft flesh before yanking them down to match his thrusts.
“Look at you taking me so deep, such a good little slut, baby.”
You whine as he snaps his hips up harder, ramming into you aggressively.
He roles your hips down onto him, with one hand. His other hand slowing slightly so he can rub your clit with his thumb.
The moment his thumb makes contact you let out a moan.
“Seems I found your spot baby.” He presses down harshly. His thumb circling the sensitive nub.
His finger circles faster and faster as he continues to thrust his hips.
Your head nods as your eyes are forced closed, the pleasure to overwhelming. His breaths are shallow, but there’s a hint of a smirk across his face.
He rubs your clit faster causing your body to tense up in his grasps. Before you know it, you’re shaking as an orgasm overtakes you. Making you clench around his cock in a desperate manner as you whine underneath him.
Namgyu smiles cruelly before he shoves back inside you a final time, cumming inside your pussy.
Hii!:D Can you write about timid fem!reader x Namgyu nsfw? Like reader has a hand kink and she keeps staring at Namgyu’s hands. And once the lights out, Namgyu decides to confront reader.
Sorry if this is maybe a bit confusing this is my first time requesting😞🫶🏻 Btw I rlly love your fics💕
his hands are so hot holy lord 🤤 i would kfc on those thangs finger licking good fr
he keeps us filled up here, dis to all the hand lovers MEOW
nam-gyu x timid!reader smut !! <3 warnings: 18+, DARK content, spoilers, dubcon, humiliation, fingering
つ｡☆ imagine.. when you first met him at the games, (ignoring the deaths & violence in the background), you shamelessly keep staring at his veiny hands!! like oh lord !! the rings in his pointer and middle finger weren't helping either, as well as that stylistic choice of a black wristband, it only added to the appeal. this is what kept you going, to be honest, even if nam-gyu wasn't necessarily the good guy inside the games, you'd only vote 'O' to be with him longer! he notices this, of course, and takes advantage every time! getting closer to you, his hand slightly patting your head to "calm" you down, and when he sees you not having any energy to eat, he'd ask for it, but if you KINDLY reject him, he scoffs, "do you want me to feed it to you then?", ... "if you're not gonna eat, i'll force the food inside you.", "you'd want my fingers shoved up that mouth of yours, right?" hoo.. boy...
you were so... weird. he thinks. because he's absolutely aware of your obsession with his hands, and he decides to test the waters! well, not test, he fully dives in.
you were the only team member that remained with him, thanos died, se-mi died, and min-su was too scared to face him. he told you he'd have a meeting during lights out, opting you to come to his bed. nam-gyu's really shocked at your "loyalty" for him, but still punishes you for it!
nsfw below -> !! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)
... he kept his promise of shoving down his fingers down your throat, his pointer and middle finger, inches deep inside, making you gag. this was to shut you up, there was a metallic taste, due to the ring he was wearing. "i know you've been wanting this, so don't scream." he whispers, his other arm forcing your legs to open wide, "if i hear you, even a little bit, i'll kill you, got it?" he's so strict, it's fucking you up, mentally. but you nod, and it painfully adds up to his ego, making him think: so you DID want this? you were now voluntarily at his mercy?? well he might've forgotten his blatant death threats but still...
he'd remove the two fingers inside your mouth, giving you a firm look, you better not make a noise! pushing your pants off your legs, seeing the wet gray patch in the middle of your panties. "jeez. you're even wet." he says, dissaprovingly staring. he places his whole hand to rub the apex of your thighs, he could only watch you arch your back and watch your hand fly to your mouth so you wouldn't make any noise, as ordered. he then leaves two fingers to be placed on your clothed clit. "here, hm?" you nod frantically, wishing he'd apply more friction to the bud, he'd playfully scoff, simply ignoring your clit as he moves the two fingers down your clothed hole. the way it got wetter was so mesmerizing for him! ".. didn't even know girls like you existed."
"freak. you should be ashamed of yourself." he'd now slip your panties to your ankles, making you fully bare for him, it was so embarassing for you :(, it was like he was judging your pussy, he'd take another second to look at it, before harshly slapping your cunny with his heavy hand, it hurt so bad!! you'd yelp from the pain, making him slap it again as punishment, "damn it, quiet." your clit was twitching as a reaction huhu...
he'd take another second to stare, seeing your pussy clench onto nothing! in that moment, he almost felt bad, since he's so humiliated for you! leaving no warning, he'd shove his middle and pointer finger inside, it stings. he knows it stings, he just doesn't care. he'd spread his fingers slightly, making a 'scissor' hand sign inside, he could see the insides of your cunt in full view now.
it takes no time for him to run out of patience. quickly setting a fast pace with his fingers, relentlessly pumping in and out of you. he slips it out, just to shove it right back in without any interval, making you gush all over the mattress, for sure he's gonna punish you for that later.
when he pushes your thighs to your chest to get a more deeper angle, his fingers were now hitting your g-spot! he'd even curl his fingers at the right moment. you'd let out a small noise from the feeling, none of your exes ever got to make you feel like that. your other hand that wasn't holding your mouth shut was lightly hitting his side, signaling him, you couldn't take it anymore, it was all too fast and you might've even--! oh. you'd embarrassingly squirt all over his hands, arms, and jacket. "filthy fucking cunt, did i tell you to cum?" you whined, "i'm s.. s-sorry-!" he only tsks. "fuck. disgusting. clean that up, quick."
how were you gonna clean it up? by your mouth, he'd make you lick all your cum and juices that coated his hands and arms, you were still shaken up from your orgasm, but this made it ten times worse, you felt like a dog :(.
holy shit Man journalism is not for the weak im too busy and for WHat , ANYWAys here guys, just gonna start it off, expect more posts from sat to sun, hopefully i'd be free in the weekdays too :< . namgyu thanos threesome next, as usual!
Summary: “You could pay all your debts with this,” he said, his voice soft, almost enticing. His gaze shifted to you, sharp and calculating. “But it’s not free.”
You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “What do you mean?”
A/N: This is probably wayyy out of his character, but I haven’t watched season 2 yet (I don’t have Netflix 😭) and just saw an edit with him on tiktok and suddenly my obsession with him came back from 2021. So there are no spoilers!!!
Warnings: blowjob (m receiving), cum swallowing
If you’re not 18 DNI BECAUSE I WILL HAUNT YOUR DREAMS🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️
The metro station was cold, the flickering overhead lights casting dim shadows on the walls. Your steps echoed faintly as you trudged forward, your head bowed to avoid the stares of passersby. You could feel their judgment, their pity, their disgust. You didn’t blame them—you looked like hell. Blood crusted your upper lip, the remnants of a nosebleed from earlier when some thug decided to teach you a lesson about unpaid debts. Your cheek stung, swelling just beginning to bloom.
You winced as you adjusted the strap of your worn-out bag. Your ribs ached, a dull, persistent throb that reminded you how low you’d sunk. Debt was a beast that refused to loosen its grip. It clung to you, suffocated you, and drove you into situations you’d never imagined.
As you shuffled down the platform, you barely registered the man who bumped into you until you staggered back, your body colliding with the wall. “Sorry—I didn’t watch where I was going,” he said, his tone oddly pleasant.
You blinked up at him, taking in his immaculate gray suit and perfectly combed hair. His smile was disarming, polite but sharp, like the edge of a blade.
“It’s quite alright,” you muttered, instinctively brushing yourself off despite already looking like a wreck. The man didn’t move on, though. Instead, he studied you, his gaze lingering on the dried blood and the faint bruise forming beneath your eye.
“Rough day?” he asked, a trace of amusement in his voice.
You gave a humorless laugh. “Something like that.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief, offering it to you. You hesitated before taking it, dabbing at your nose. The fabric was smooth, expensive, and it felt wrong to smear your blood on something so pristine.
“I have a game,” the man said suddenly, his voice lowering as if he were sharing a secret. “Would you like to play?”
The fuck?
You frowned. “A game?”
He nodded, his smile widening. “It’s simple. You could win money—enough to change your life.”
Your skepticism must have been obvious because he chuckled, a soft, almost paternal sound. “It’s harmless, I assure you. You look like someone who could use a bit of good fortune.”
You thought of your debts, the people breathing down your neck, the empty fridge in your apartment. Against your better judgment, you found yourself asking, “What’s the game?”
He gestured to a nearby bench, and you followed him, still wary. From his briefcase, he pulled out a folded board and a stack of rectangular tiles, explaining the rules of ddakji. It sounded simple enough: flip the opponent’s tile using your own. He placed a stack of cash on the bench beside him, its presence tantalizing.
You played your first round and lost. The second and third rounds went the same way. You were terrible at this game.
When you finally admitted you had no money to bet, his expression didn’t change. “Usually, I slap people when they lose,” he said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “But…” He gestured to your bruised face. “It seems someone’s already beaten me to it.”
The absurdity of the statement caught you off guard, and you let out a startled laugh. “That’s generous of you.”
He smirked. “I do have a heart.”
With no stakes involved, you continued playing. You lost repeatedly, the man’s skill far outstripping your own. He never seemed frustrated, though. If anything, he looked amused by your determination. Eventually, your bruises began to throb, and exhaustion seeped into your bones. You tossed the tile onto the bench, letting out a defeated sigh.
“I give up,” you said, slumping back. “I’m not winning this.”
He tilted his head, considering you. “Pity. You were just starting to improve.”
“Sure,” you muttered, wiping your hands on your jeans. “So, what now?”
He placed the briefcase on the bench between you, opening it to reveal neat stacks of bills. Your breath caught in your throat. It was more money than you’d ever seen in your life, more than enough to pay off your debts and start over.
“You could pay all your debts with this,” he said, his voice soft, almost enticing. His gaze shifted to you, sharp and calculating. “But it’s not free.”
You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “What do you mean?”
He closed the briefcase with a decisive snap, leaning in slightly. “I’ll give this to you if you… do something for me.”
Your stomach churned at the way his eyes lingered on you, his meaning crystal clear. Heat flooded your face, a mixture of embarrassment and anger. “What kind of something?” you asked, though you already knew.
His smile didn’t waver. “Let’s not pretend we’re strangers to desperation. You’ve been beaten down by the world, haven’t you? Cast aside, forgotten. This,” he gestured to the briefcase, “could be your ticket out.”
Your fists clenched, your nails digging into your palms. “You think I’m going to sell myself for money?”
He shrugged, unbothered by your indignation. “You’ve already sold your time, your dignity, your safety—haven’t you? What’s the difference?”
The words stung because they weren’t entirely untrue. Still, you shook your head, your pride warring with your desperation. “I’m not doing that.”
He leaned back, crossing his legs with an air of nonchalance. “Your choice, of course. But think about it. How long before your debtors come back? Before the beatings get worse? How long can you keep scraping by?”
The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating. You stared at the briefcase, the money practically taunting you. Your mind raced, weighing the humiliation against the potential freedom.
“I… I can’t,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.
He studied you for a long moment, his smile fading slightly. Then, to your surprise, he stood, gathering the game pieces and tucking them back into his briefcase. “Well,” he said, straightening his tie, “it was worth a shot.”
You blinked, caught off guard by how easily he let it go. “That’s it?”
He chuckled, the sound low and almost fond. “I’m not a monster. I made an offer; you declined. Simple as that.”
As he turned to leave, something in you stirred—a mix of relief and regret. “Wait,” you called out, your voice trembling.
He paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Yes?”
You hesitated, the weight of your situation crushing down on you. “Why me?” you asked, desperate to understand why this stranger had singled you out.
His smile returned, enigmatic and unsettling. “Because you’re interesting. And because I see potential in you.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small card and placing it on the bench. “If you ever change your mind, give me a call.”
Before you could respond, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the card. You stared at it, the black lettering stark against the white background.
For a long time, you sat there, the sound of the metro fading into the background. The man’s words echoed in your mind, intertwining with your fear, your pride, and your unrelenting desperation.
And the card remained in your pocket.
—
You stared at the card for what felt like hours that night. The weight of its potential pressed heavily on your chest. In a world where every door seemed to slam in your face, this was the first one to open—albeit under circumstances you couldn’t fully comprehend.
The next day, after another call from a creditor threatening you with more violence, you finally gave in. Your pride was already battered, and your options had all but evaporated. With shaking hands, you picked up your phone and dialed the number on the card.
A smooth, professional voice answered. “Hello?”
You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. “I… I got this card from someone at the metro. I’d like to… take them up on their offer.”
There was a pause, then the faint sound of fingers tapping on a keyboard. “Ah, yes. We’ve been expecting your call. An address will be sent to your phone shortly. Be there within the hour.”
The line went dead before you could say anything else. Moments later, a text arrived, and you stared at the address. It wasn’t anywhere familiar to you, but the name of the street was in one of the wealthiest areas of the city. Hesitation gripped you again, but the bruises on your face and the weight of your debts pushed you forward.
The cab dropped you off at the gates of a sprawling villa. The sheer size of it was intimidating—tall wrought iron gates, a long driveway lined with meticulously trimmed hedges, and a house that looked more like a palace than a home. You adjusted your jacket, suddenly hyper-aware of how out of place you looked.
Before you could press the buzzer, the gates swung open as if you were expected. You walked up the driveway, each step feeling heavier than the last. When you reached the front door, it opened before you could knock.
A tall man stood there, dressed in a sleek black suit. His expression was blank, professional but cold. “Welcome,” he said, stepping aside to let you in. The foyer was just as luxurious as the exterior—marble floors, chandeliers, and artwork that probably cost more than your entire life’s earnings.
“Next time, a car will pick you up,” the man said, his tone brisk.
“Next time?” you echoed, your voice tinged with disbelief.
Before he could respond, the familiar voice of the salesman cut through the air. “Sorry, he’s—doesn’t matter. Just come on in.” He appeared at the top of a sweeping staircase, his ever-present smile intact. He looked even more polished than before, his posture relaxed.
You hesitated but eventually followed the man into what appeared to be a sitting room. The furniture was sleek and modern, the walls lined with bookshelves and abstract paintings. He gestured for you to sit, but you remained standing, your nerves making it impossible to relax.
“Drink?” he offered, motioning to a decanter of amber liquid on a nearby table.
“No, thank you,” you said quickly, your voice tight.
He tilted his head, his smile softening. “Suit yourself. I see your bruise is healing nicely.”
You instinctively touched your cheek, still tender from the beating. “Can we just… get to the point? What do you want me to do?”
The salesman’s smile widened slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. “Straight to business. I like that.”
He studied you for a moment, his gaze uncomfortably intense. “What I want is very simple. And, let me assure you, the reward will far outweigh the discomfort.”
You shifted uneasily, his words setting off alarm bells in your mind.
His smile took on a sharper edge. “I want you to use that mouth of yours for something other than talking.”
The room seemed to tilt, your stomach dropping like a stone. You stared at him, your mind racing to comprehend what he’d just said. “You’re kidding,” you said, your voice trembling.
“I never kid about business,” he replied smoothly. “You’ve seen the briefcase. You know what’s at stake.”
Your hands balled into fists at your sides. “You want me to—”
“To prove how much you want to change your life,” he interrupted, his tone calm but firm. “To show me that you’re willing to do whatever it takes.”
You took a step back, your legs bumping into the edge of a chair. “This… this is humiliating.”
“Is it?” he asked, his gaze never leaving yours. “You’ve already been beaten and left with nothing. What’s one more compromise?”
His words were like needles, each one poking at the fragile walls of your pride. He stood, closing the distance between you. “I’m offering you freedom,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “All you have to do is take it.”
You swallowed hard, your throat dry as sandpaper. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to leave, to walk out of this villa and never look back. But the image of that briefcase, the promise of a life free from fear and debt, rooted you in place.
“I…” Your voice cracked, the weight of the moment crushing you.
The salesman tilted his head, his smile softening ever so slightly. “Think of it this way,” he said. “This is the last time you’ll ever have to beg, to endure, to scrape by. After this, the world opens up to you.”
He stepped back, giving you space but keeping his piercing gaze locked on you. “But it’s your choice,” he added. “It always has been.”
“I—okay,” you murmured, barely audible.
His smile widened, not in mockery but in something resembling satisfaction. “Atta girl.”
The words hung in the air, and you immediately dropped to your knees, ready to get this over with. But his hand shot out, stopping you mid-motion. His touch was firm but not forceful, his fingers curling gently around your forearm.
“Not so fast,” he said, his tone light, almost teasing. “Let’s get you a bit comfortable first.”
You looked up at him, confusion etched across your face. “Comfortable?” you echoed.
He patted his lap, a small gesture that carried so much weight. “Don’t you want to loosen up a bit?”
“I—” The protest was on the tip of your tongue, but you stopped yourself. He tilted his head, his sharp gaze pinning you in place.
“Come on,” he coaxed, his voice soft but insistent.
After a long moment of hesitation, you stood and awkwardly settled onto his lap. The action felt unnatural, foreign. You perched on his thighs stiffly, your hands clenched in your lap, your body tense like a coiled spring.
He didn’t seem bothered by your discomfort. Instead, he rested his hands lightly on your waist, his touch careful and deliberate. His thumbs began to trace small, lazy patterns into the fabric of your shirt, the motion strangely soothing despite the situation.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said quietly, his voice low and steady. The words were meant to reassure, but they only made your pulse race faster.
You nodded, unable to bring yourself to speak. The air between you was thick with tension, the kind that made your skin prickle. You tried to focus on the patterns he was drawing, on the steady rhythm of his breathing, anything to distract yourself from the heat radiating off his body—or the unmistakable hardness pressing against you.
You froze, your entire body going rigid. He noticed, of course, but he didn’t comment. Instead, his hands stayed where they were, his thumbs continuing their soothing motions.
“You’re thinking too much,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. His breath ghosted over your temple, warm and inviting. “Just breathe.”
Easier said than done. You took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. He shifted slightly, and your hands instinctively reached out, grasping his shoulders for balance. The movement brought you closer to him, your faces mere inches apart.
His eyes searched yours, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he leaned in, giving you every opportunity to pull away. When you didn’t, his lips brushed against yours, tentative and soft.
You froze, your breath catching in your throat. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he were testing the waters. His hands stayed on your waist, their grip light, giving you space to move away if you wanted to.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you sat there, motionless, letting him lead. When he realized you weren’t responding, he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “Relax,” he murmured, his tone patient.
Tentatively, you leaned forward, your lips meeting his. The kiss was awkward at first, your movements hesitant and unsure. But he didn’t rush you. He let you take the lead, his hands remaining steady on your waist.
As you grew more comfortable, the kiss deepened, your initial hesitation fading away. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his suit jacket, grounding yourself as you tilted your head, pressing closer.
That’s when he took over.
His hands slid up your back, pulling you flush against him as he angled his head, deepening the kiss. The shift was subtle but deliberate, his lips moving against yours with a confidence that left you breathless. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, a gentle request rather than a demand, and you parted your lips without thinking.
The kiss turned hungry, his movements more assertive but never forceful. His hands roamed cautiously, never straying too far, their warmth seeping through your clothes. Your senses were overwhelmed—the taste of him, the scent of his cologne, the steady strength of his hands.
You didn’t know when it happened, but your tension melted away, replaced by a strange sense of surrender. It wasn’t defeat—it was something else, something you couldn’t quite name. Your hands slid up his chest, your fingers brushing against the collar of his shirt as you leaned into him.
When he finally broke the kiss, you were breathless, your chest rising and falling rapidly. His forehead rested against yours, his hands still on your waist, anchoring you in place.
“See?” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Not so bad.”
You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you simply nodded. The reality of what just happened began to sink in, but before panic could take hold, he shifted again, his hands steadying you as he leaned back slightly.
“Take your time,” he said, his tone soft. “We’re not in a rush.”
You weren’t sure if it was the weight of his gaze, the steady way he held you, or the way his fingers brushed against you as if he knew exactly where your boundaries were but was waiting for you to decide whether they mattered.
He reached up slowly, his movements deliberate, and his hand brushed against your face before moving to your hair. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he pulled the tie from your hair. Your hair tumbled loose over your shoulders, and he twirled the hair tie around his fingers, his smile never faltering.
“You’ve sucked dick before, right?” he asked, his voice smooth, casual.
Your heart stopped, then resumed at a faster pace. You blinked, your cheeks flushing hot. “I—of course I did!” you replied defensively, the words tumbling out before you could think them through.
He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “Of course you did,” he murmured, his voice dropping as his gaze lingered on your face. “How could someone resist a pretty face like yours?”
The compliment sent an unexpected jolt through you, but you weren’t given time to process it. He gently took your hands in his, his touch light but firm, and began guiding them behind your back. You stiffened instinctively, your pulse pounding in your ears.
“Relax,” he said, his tone calm and soothing, as though he were coaxing you out of a tense state. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
You hesitated but allowed him to move your arms behind you, his grip steady and unthreatening. The hair tie you hadn’t noticed still in his hand came into view as he looped it around your wrists. The act was careful, the tie snug enough to hold your hands together but not tight enough to hurt.
“There,” he said softly, his fingers brushing against your skin as he adjusted the knot. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hair for you.”
You swallowed hard, your breath catching in your throat. He reached up, threading his fingers through your hair with the same slow, deliberate care he’d shown with your hands. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you hated how your body seemed to respond to him against your will.
“See?” he said, his voice low and steady. “No reason to be nervous.”
Nervous was an understatement. Your mind raced, trying to keep up with the situation. Everything about him was a contradiction—his words soft but commanding, his actions careful yet deliberate. It left you off balance, unsure of where you stood or what would happen next.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Down on your knees.”
You blinked, hesitating for a moment as the weight of his words sank in. Your body froze, torn between instinct and the promise of what you came here for. You must have looked as dumbfounded as you felt because his lips curved into that same infuriatingly knowing smile.
But then you remembered the briefcase—you couldn’t afford to hesitate, not now. Steeling yourself, you swallowed hard and did as he said, sinking onto the plush carpet beneath you.
He watched you with a calm, calculating expression, his fingers still lightly twirling the tie binding your wrists. When your knees touched the floor, he adjusted his posture, leaning forward slightly.
“Good girl,” he murmured, the words slipping from his lips in a tone that felt both patronizing and oddly reassuring. His hand left you entirely, moving to undo his belt. The sound of the buckle snapping open echoed faintly in the room, and you bit the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to remain still.
He slid the belt free and dropped it to the side, his gaze never leaving yours. His movements were slow as he unbuttoned his pants and let them pool around his ankles. Then came the boxers, and as he stepped out of them, his confidence radiated like a tangible force.
He looked down at you, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Think you can handle it?” he asked, his voice dripping with challenge.
You scoffed, narrowing your eyes despite the heat rising in your cheeks. “I’ve had bigger,” you shot back.
That earned a low chuckle from him, the sound rich and amused. He crouched slightly, bringing his face closer to yours as his hand reached out, cupping your jaw firmly but gently. His thumb brushed along your chin as he tilted your face upward. “Open up,” he said, his tone soft but leaving no room for argument.
You hesitated for a fraction of a second, your thoughts warring with one another. But then your resolve hardened.
You obeyed, parting your lips just enough to feel vulnerable.
The corners of his mouth quirked upward again, and his hand slid to the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair with practiced ease. “I’ll let you take the lead,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, “at least for now.”
His other hand rested lightly on your shoulder as he guided you closer, his movements careful.
With a deep breath, you adjusted, leaning in more and licking the tip. He groaned softly, the sound low and guttural. His other hand trailed from your shoulder to your neck, his thumb brushing against your pulse point in a way that sent a shiver through you. His cock was heavy on your tongue, and your mind blurred as he thrust himself further and further into your mouth—and you appreciated the slowness with which he did it—until he was fully inside. The rhythm was slow at first. Small bobbing of your head that was just enough to pull soft groans of from his lips.
You pulled back slightly and swirled your tongue around the tip, pleasantly surprising him enough to earn yourself a sharp tug at your hair and a guttural moan that sent a shiver down your spine and a sudden awareness of the need between your legs.
“My… it’s like you were made for this…” he tugged gently on your hair again, signaling for you to pause, you pulled back slightly, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. His thumb brushed against your cheek, his touch light but grounding.
“Good girl,” he said again, his voice softer now, almost approving. He leaned down slightly, his hand cupping your face as he tilted your chin upward. “Messy, though…” he muttered, wiping a bit of drool escaping your open mouth. His hand moved from your chin to your hair again, smoothing the strands back as he studied your face with that same intense gaze.
“Let’s see how far you can go,” he murmured, his tone calm but laced with challenge.
And he fucking shoved you down on his cock.
You froze for a second, overwhelmed by the situation, but his voice cut through the haze.
“Don’t stop now,” he said, his tone still calm but laced with something sharper, something that made your heart race. “You want the money, don’t you?”
Your jaw tightened involuntarily, and he noticed. His smirk deepened as he adjusted his grip in your hair, guiding you with more force than before. It wasn’t painful, but it was clear he wasn’t asking for permission anymore. He was almost guiding your head at this point, fucking into your warm mouth with soft grunts as the hand with a grip on your hair directed you towards him in perfect timing. Your jaw was starting to ache and you could barely notice it with your thoughts suddenly one-track-minded. You were alternating torturously between sucking and lapping at his dick. He pulled out, and then fucked back in roughly, and oh, he knew this would be good—but not this good.
His hand in your hair tightened, and the calm, collected demeanor he had shown earlier began to crack ever so slightly. His breaths were heavier, his eyes darker, and the faint quirk of his lips had transformed into something far less controlled.
His need was pressing against the edges of his control. Your breath hitched as you tried to keep up, the pace leaving you off balance.
You pulled back instinctively, your body reacting to the overwhelming sensation, but his grip on your hair tightened, keeping you in place. “No,” he murmured, his voice low but firm. “Not yet. Breathe through your nose. Come on—work for it.”
The command sent a shiver down your spine, equal parts thrilling and intimidating. You tried to steady your breathing, inhaling deeply through your nose as he’d instructed. Your jaw relaxed as best as it could, though every muscle in your body felt tense.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice breaking slightly at the edges, the first real crack in his composure. His free hand braced against the back of the couch he was sitting on, his knuckles whitening as he gripped it tightly.
You glanced up at him through your lashes, trying to focus despite your racing pulse. His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, the intensity in them made your breath catch. He was watching you so closely, as if every movement, every reaction, was feeding something deep within him.
“God,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, his head tilting back slightly as his grip in your hair eased momentarily. “You have no idea how good you look like this. Believe me—you could’ve gotten out of your debts a long time ago.” The sounds are indescribable, dirty and wet and so fucking hot as he continues to thrust into your mouth.
“Your throat,” he chokes out. He splays one hand over your throat and starts to fuck up into you at a different angle. “I can fucking see myself in you, fuck—“ There was a rawness to his movements now, a lack of the careful control that had defined him earlier. “Just a little more” he murmured, his voice roughened by something you couldn’t quite place. You could hear his breathing quicken, could feel the faint tremor in his grip as he pulled you closer still. His dominance over the situation was undeniable, but there was a vulnerability in the way his body reacted, a need that felt almost desperate.
When you hesitated again, instinctively pulling back just a fraction to catch your breath, his hand tightened slightly in your hair, holding you in place. “No,” he said sharply “stay fucking still.”
You wanted to punch his face. But you did your best to keep up—still thinking about the money—your breath hitching as he guided you, his need evident in the way he moved.
His groans grew louder, more frequent, and his grip in your hair tightened again as he edged closer to the brink. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed and his movements became more erratic. He was losing control, and the realization sent a strange thrill through you.
His orgasm washed over him and his body went still for a moment, his grip in your hair almost bruising as he held you in place. The sound he made was low and guttural, a noise that seemed to reverberate through the room. You froze as he held you there, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Your throat burned, your body tensing as you fought the instinct to pull away as his fucking cum filled your mouth. He didn’t let you, his hand in your hair keeping you firmly in place as he muttered something under his breath—words you couldn’t quite make out over the pounding in your ears.
When he finally released you, it was abrupt, his hand loosening in your hair as he leaned back, his chest heaving. You gasped for air, your breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts as you tried to steady yourself and then started to cough. Your body felt heavy, your limbs trembling as you sat back on your heels, looking up at him with wide eyes.
He met your gaze, his expression softening as he took in your disheveled appearance. “You did well,” he said, his voice low and rough. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness. “Better than I expected.” And then he took the hair tie off your hands.
You didn’t respond, still trying to catch your breath as you processed what had just happened. The room felt stifling, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you as you struggled to compose yourself. You just managed to smear his cum on your face.
His smirk returned, though it was softer now. “I knew you had it in you,” he said, his hand trailing down to cup your chin again. His thumb brushed against your jaw, and his smile widened slightly. “But you’ve got to learn to pace yourself.”
You glared at him faintly, though the effect was ruined by the flush in your cheeks and the way your body still trembled. “Maybe you should pace yourself,” you shot back, your voice hoarse.
He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Fair enough,” he said, his hand falling away from your face as he leaned back, his posture relaxing for the first time since you’d arrived. He looked down at you for a moment longer before reaching for his discarded boxers, slipping them back on with a casual grace.
“Go clean yourself up,” he said, gesturing toward a door off to the side. “The bathroom’s through there.”
You hesitated for a moment, your body still tense, before nodding and pushing yourself to your feet. Your legs felt unsteady beneath you, and you had to grip the edge of a nearby chair to keep your balance. He watched you with an amused expression, his smirk widening as you stumbled toward the bathroom.
When you closed the door behind you, you leaned against it for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. Your reflection in the mirror caught your eye, and you winced at the sight of your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. You looked like a mess, and you weren’t sure how you felt about that.
As you splashed water on your face, trying to steady your nerves, you were almost on the verge of crying. It’s disgusting—it’s disgusting that you’re wiping his cum off your face and out of your mouth.
When you finally stepped back into the room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression unreadable as he watched you. The briefcase was sitting on the nightstand beside him, and he gestured toward it with a lazy wave of his hand.
“Your reward,” he said simply, his smirk returning. “You’ve earned it.”
You hesitated, your gaze flickering between him and the briefcase. “That’s it?” you asked, your voice still hoarse.
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Unless you’re looking for another round,” he said, his tone teasing.
You rolled your eyes, stepping forward to grab the briefcase. The weight of it felt solid in your hands, a tangible reminder of why you’d agreed to this in the first place. “I’ll pass,” you muttered, turning toward the door.
As you reached for the handle, his voice stopped you. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
You glanced back at him, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his gaze. His smirk was still in place, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker. You didn’t respond, pulling the door open and stepping out into the hallway.
The air outside felt cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat of the room you’d just left. You took a deep breath, the weight of the briefcase grounding you as you made your way down the hall and out of the villa.
It was primal. Consuming you whole as you watched him chop wood. Due to a mission going poorly, the team was forced into hiding at Clint’s home. And that meant everyone had to pitch in.
Steve in all his glory was out in the yard, forcing the wood apart with his bare hands. Not even breaking a sweat, he was incredible.
The very moment you saw that man you knew. You knew you wanted to feel him buried inside you. Filling you with cum. Fucking you like an animal in heat.
A wet puddle garners your attention, pulling you away from the window. Glancing down to your stomach you notice a small spot where your pregnancy shirt had gotten wet.
Red creeps up your neck covering your face as it dawns on you, that you had been drooling. Drooling over your fiancé doing yard work.
In your embarrassment, the opening of the door slips from your attention. That is until you feel two strong arms wrap around your belly.
His musk fills your nose, instantly calming you as you feel Steve caress your bump.
His voice is gruff as he kisses your neck. “How’s my girl doing?”
A soft sigh escapes your lips as you feel him suck your neck. His strong hands continue to caress your bump. However, one quickly moves upward to squeeze your boob.
A giggle quickly takes over, causing Steve to only smirk against your neck.
You turn your head to give him a kiss on the lips. “I’m doing good, just…”
“Just what?” Steve cocks an eyebrow at you before going back to kissing your neck.
His kisses leave you flustered, feeling an overwhelming warmth take over.
Every kiss sends a shiver down your spine and a flutter in your stomach. “Just feeling hot.”
Steve scoffs, before spinning you around to face him. “Hot and bothered.”
The blush that covers your cheeks confirms that what he said was true.
A twinkle shines across his eyes as he pushes you back against the wall. His leg immediately pushing in between the two of yours.
He leans forward once again claiming your lips in a steamy kiss. One arm wraps around you pulling you towards him while the other guides your hips back and forth.
A moan leaves your lips but is quickly swallowed by his tongue pushing into your mouth. Your body feels on fire, feeling the friction between your core and his jeans.
You can feel Steve’s chest rumble as he chuckles. His hand only quickens his pace of your hips. Determined to get you off.
Desperate hands wrap around his neck as you begin to grind against his leg. Your body reacting in such a way that you don’t even seem to realize you’re still fully clothed.
His hips thrust forward a bit more helping to meet your grinding motions, hitting all the right spots.
Steve chuckles as he feels your body tense up, knowing you’re close.
His hand leaves your hip, and instead dips into the waistband of your pants. His warm hand trails down your body till he reaches your clit.
A calloused finger rubs the sensitive bud, pushing you over the edge.
With a soft whimper you cum, feeling Steve’s fingers dip into your wet pussy. After a moment, he reached up and sucks his fingers clean.
That twinkle in his eye returns as he kisses you once again. “I love how desperate you’ve become babe, it’s totally hot.”
size difference kink but in the “i grew up being made fun of for being chubby so now the idea of a giant of a man being able to toss me around and tower over me without making my weight a problem makes me really horny” way, you get what im saying?
a request where you catch Steve masturbating to your underwear and when he notice you, you help him cum while talking dirty to him 🤟
Lacy
Your heart nearly stops in your chest when you walk by his room.
Steve was supposed to be sleeping. Hell, you were supposed to be sleeping. But you woke up needing water and your water bottle was completely empty.
That is why you stood out in the hallway clutching your water bottle to your chest as you listened to Steve.
His moans.
His grunts.
Your name falling from those pretty lips.
A warm feeling rises in your chest spreading throughout your body as realization hits.
He was masturbating, to you.
Your heart begins to pound, nervous but also excited. How many times had he done this? Before you can think straight your water bottle slips from your grasp, crashing to the floor.
Shit.
Steve’s moans stop. Your breath hitches in your throat hoping he’ll believe he just imagined the sound, but you were wrong.
The door of his room swings open almost colliding with your frame. Steve’s eyes widen in shock when he sees you. He instinctively looks away from you, embarrassed. And that’s when you see it.
A lacy pair of underwear, your underwear, balled in his fist.
Steve notices your gaze and his cheeks immediately flush red.
“It’s not what it looks like.” His voice is pleading, hoping you’ll believe him.
A smile crosses your lips much to his surprise. You giggle, “looks like I’m not the only one who’s embarrassed.”
Steve raises an eyebrow, “why would you be embarrassed?”
When you don’t answer be smirks slightly. “Were you spying on me?”
Your lack of an answer answers for him, causing his smirk to only grow. A hearty laugh escapes him causing his chest to puff out. And making you realize he was still shirtless.
His tone is playful “what’s the matter princess?”
Your cheeks only blush, causing his smile to grow.
He leans against the doorframe crossing his arms. “So do you want to come in, princess? I can tell you want me as—”
Before he can finish his statement your lips are on his.
He chuckles in surprise but welcomes the kiss, pulling you closer by the waist. His big strong hands splaying across your back.
Your balled up wad of panties still in his hand.
Steve pushes you back against the doorframe, kissing you roughly. His smell overwhelming your senses. His tongue dashes across your lips.
He sucks on your bottom lip before pulling back with a smile. “Why don’t you help me finish the job lacy.”
Feeling a sudden burst of confidence you push him back towards his bed, before straddling his waist. Steve only smiles as he watches you.
Before you can register the feeling of him beneath you, his hand is on your ass. He inhales sharply as he runs a hand over your skin under your oversized shirt.
“No shorts, princess. How naughty.”
He chuckles and pulls your shirt up allowing for him to get a glimpse of the purple lace clinging to your body. You can feel him harden underneath you.
It only fuels your bravery.
“Looks like someone likes the lace.”
Your hand trails down his chest to play with his waistband. He inhales expectantly, only relaxing once he feels your hand go in his pants.
His head leans back against the bed frame as you wrap a hand around his member. His breath hitches in his throat as you begin to stroke him.
Steve’s hands uncurl from his sides going to his hair, which he disheveled profusely. But now that meant your stolen panties rested right by his thigh.
You giggle as you grab them. “You’re such a pervert”
At your teasing you feel his cock pulse in your hand.
You smirk, “you like that huh? Well how about I give you what you want?”
You pull down his waist hand allowing his cock to spring free. The tip is swollen, already releasing precum. Your hand goes to swipe it, but you stop yourself. Instead grabbing your panties.
You wrap the lace around his cock, making Steve moan. The delicate lace rubbing against his dick as you begin to stroke him.
His breathing is more labored as you work his girthy cock. Steve looks at you with lust filled eyes, practically begging for release.
You giggle and continue to stroke him. “How’s what feel baby? Such a dirty boy”
His cock twitches in your hands.
Your pace only quickens. “I bet you do this all the time, stealing panties. Such a little slut for lace”
Steve groans, only adding fuel to the fire.
“I bet you dream about this all the time. I bet you imagine lacy underwear as you stroke yourself”
His cock twitches once more making you smirk. “Oh look at that barely any attention and already to busy, well go ahead baby boy.”
At your words Steve moans, spurting cum into the lace wrapped around his cock. You remove your hand admiring the way the lace now sticks to him.
“Such a good boy,” you giggle, “you can keep the panties.”
A/N: I’m writing this while tired so I might miss some spell check stuff but i want to get it up for Christmas.
The entire day had been perfect from the hot coco Bucky woke you up with to the romantic dinner he had prepared. All around your first Christmas together as newlyweds was magical.
But it wasn’t over. Bucky still had a few tricks up his sleeve.
You hum to yourself as you wash the dishes. It had been a long day, but putting off the dishes would give you anxiety. So here you were.
The warm soapy water covered your hands to your elbows. It provided a calming feeling and the sweet smell of lemon dish soap filled the air.
Sweet smelling soaps and the calm atmosphere created a trancelike state. Your mind wandering away from where you were.
Suddenly a warm and cold pair of arms wrap around your waist snapping you out of your bubble.
His stubble tickles your neck as he kisses your ear. You could feel bucky’s smirk as he kisses you. His nose tickles your scalp.
“You look so perfect doll, why don’t you take a break for your Christmas present?”
You quirk an eyebrow, “Bucky we did presents this morning,”
He just chuckles, sending shivers down your spine. He squeezes you tighter, pulling you away from the sink.
“I think you’ll like this one” he whispers.
His voice is too tempting, practically begging you to ditch your morals.
Bucky chuckles, he clearly knows the effect he is having. His metal hand trails up your side and squeezes your breast.
And then he pulls away.
You turn around with a pout on your face. He only smirks.
“Come on baby doll, come to the bedroom.”
And how could you say no.
You discard the dishrag in the sink and quickly fry your hands on your shirt. Bucky, however, had already disappeared.
You hurry to the bedroom and open the door. Inside Bucky had dimmed the lights and he lays on the bed.
He wears nothing except a Santa hat and a red bow tied around his member.
His smirk lights up the room. He beckons you forward with his finger, his cock twitching in agreement.
You can’t feel your knees, but you be up on the side of the bed anyway. Bucky caresses your hair and smiles.
“Good girl, doll. Now look at your present.”
He sits up and thrusts his hips in your direction. His cock bobs up and down, enticing you. Your head leans in on its own accords and before you know it, his member lies across your face.
Bucky looks down with a lustful expression and grabs your hair. The ribbon from the bow tickles your face.
Bucky moans as you lick his shaft. His cock is covered in a salty sweat. You moan at the taste and the throbbing from his erection.
His cock throbs threatening to burst the ribbon tied around it. A stream of curses leaves bucky’s mouth as you take his engorged tip in between your lips.
His eyes roll back as his metal fingers grab your throat. The cool metal of his thumb stroked your neck, encouraging you to suck him deeper.
And so you do.
Your throat burns at the intrusion from his dick, struggling to accommodate the girth. Bucky however is loving every second of it.
He lazily thrusts his hips causing his cock to hit the back of your throat. He smirks, loving the feeling of filling you up completely.
Your eyes water. He chuckles darkly, wiping the tears away with his human hand.
“Don’t cry doll, you have to earn your other present.”
His hand returns to your hair, gripping it tightly in his fist.
He leans down towards you. “And do you know what that is?”
You make an unintelligible sound, your lips wrapped around his cock. Bucky smirks.
“I’m going to coat that face of yours in so much cum.”
Fire rushes across your body, arousal taking over. Wetness pools in between your legs, desperate.
Bucky’s cock twitches in your mouth. He pulls out and strokes his cock a few times before aiming at your open lips.
He grunts, his head falling back as he shoots thick ropes of cum.
The sticky, warm substance covers your lips and nose. It hits your cheeks and falls down your chin.
Bucky smirks and unties the ribbon around his cock. “Best present ever doll”
Hi! I just finished reading your Bucky x reader where they have a thing for his metal arm and the way you write Bucky is so *chef’s kiss*! If you’re open to a request could I request Bucky x reader where the reader has a thing for Bucky and his long hair? Long haired Bucky is my weakness, the longer his hair is the better imo! Hope this ask finds you well! Take care!
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A/N: thanks so much! I’m doing great. And I love when others enjoy my writing.
You couldn’t help but watch Bucky as he cooked. His long hair falling in his face. He pursed his lips slightly in concentration and blew a puff of hair up at his hair.
You watched from the doorway completely entranced by the man before you. You hadn’t seen him in a few weeks and you loved his new hair.
It looked so soft and fluffy and framed his beautiful face in a perfect way. Even though it was cute, you had more dirty thoughts entering your mind.
Specifically how much you wanted to run your fingers through it. Tugging on his roots.
Bucky chuckled. “I can feel your eyes on me baby girl”
You blushed. “I wasn’t staring”
“Sure you weren’t” he laughs.
He turns to face you and gives you a wink. He sets down the bowl and smirks. He shakes the flour off his hands.
You giggle as he gestures you closer. “Yes?”
“Just wanting to see my pretty girlfriend. She’s been gone for a while.”
A huge smile covers his face. He pulls you by your hips. His warm hand squeezing your flesh. And his metal hand sneaking its way under your shirt.
The metal makes you shiver. He chuckles as he traces your naval with his metal fingers.
He lightly kisses your neck, his hair tickling you. “Did you miss me baby?”
You nod. It’s obvious you did.
He just smiles and continues to nibble your neck. He whispers against your ear. “I’ve missed you… the way you taste”
Your face heats up immediately. Bucky just laughs at your blush.
“Don’t be shy Princess, it’s the truth. I’ve missed tasting you.”
You let out a soft moan as he begins to caress your skin. His hand goes to your jeans, slowly unbuttoning them.
You shiver as he pulls down your jeans. He chuckles when he sees your lacy panties. “Guess someone was eager”
You roll your eyes playfully as he leads you to the table. He picks you up like you way nothing and lays you down.
Buckys lips lightly graze your thighs. His kisses being light. He slowly and sensually kisses your core through your panties. He seems to inhale, taking in your scent.
You moan as he hooks his finger into the elastic. He pulls your panties down, fully slipping them off your legs.
“Much better princess”
He leans forward again, licking a long strip up your slit. His nose nuzzles against your clit making you moan.
Before you could help yourself, you found your hands were in his hair. Bucky yelped slightly but instead of pulling away he began to thrust his tongue in and out of your eager hole.
You could feel his smirk against your cunt. He was a proud little fucker.
He lapped at your pussy, your arousal collecting on his tongue. His human hand held your legs open while his metal hand went to your clit.
The cool metal circled the sensitive bud causing you to grip his hair tighter. He quickened his pace as he ate you out.
He moaned against your pussy, his eyes looking up at you in a devilish way.
“You… cheeky… bastard” you heaved
Bucky smirked again and switched to sucking on your clit. His metal fingers slid in and out of your pussy at an eager speed.
The wet sounds filled the room. His lips sucking perfectly on your sensitive nub.
Your back arched as your high approached. Your fingers tugging at his roots. You cried out as the pleasure kept building and building.
Until
“Oh fuck! Bucky!”
Your entire body shuddered as you cummed on his fingers. Bucky slyly pulled his fingers out and gave you a wink.
He sucked them between his lips. His smile was devilish. “So you like pulling my hair huh? Guess I should keep it”
