#AND GOOD LUCK I KNOW YOUR SMUT IS GONNA BE YUMMY AND DELICIOUS

[gojosprettyprincess]

BABE GENUINE QUESTION. how do you end smut?? 😭😭😭

i have a whole ass smut request done BUT. im stuck on how to make it a good ending..PLEASE ANSWER SOON IM BEGGING 🙏🙏🙏

GIRL I SWEAR I BE HAVING PROBLEMS WITH THIS EXACT SAME THING TOO. Thats why half of my writings are always longer than I planned it to be, I struggle a lot with it comes to endings bc half of the time it doesn’t even make sense..😭😭

THE BEST ADVICE I HAVE FOR YOU IS TO REREAD WHAT YOU WROTE RIGHT and let’s say the smut is about gojo who enjoys overstimulating you n I’m assuming obviously that the post is gonna be about satoru overstimulating the reader and yk how satoru is this funny, teasing and annoying guy??? End it with him teasing you and asking you if “you’re ready for another” or “don’t tap out on me just yet sweetheart, m’not done with you” LIKE YK HOW GOJO IS??? A TEASING ASS MF. Those are usually the type of endings I go for, the ones that make it seem like whatever I’m writing for is continuing to happening even if it’s not written.

I’ve done it here (THE SCREENSHOTS BELOW)

I think it’s a good way to end smut BUT BUT LISTEN IT DEPENDS ON YOU and how you feel comfortable ending it, but make sure the ending doesn’t seem too rushed LIKE END IT SMOOTHLY YK??? MAKE IT SEEM EFFORTLESS IN A WAY???

[gyusrose]

➵ 5-star michelin -> p.js

⚠︎ smut (mdni) , sprinkle of angst

✎ teacher!jay x student, slight age gap (25 & 23), jay is kinda mean, dom!jay + sub!reader, jealous!jay, praising, dirty talk

summary: achieving your dream of becoming a chef is not easy, even worse when your teacher’s always up your ass.

{btw! i don’t cook like at all so bear with me 🙏}

(non!idol jay x fem.reader)

~ late christmas + new year’s gift *ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂*ੈ✩‧₊˚

wc: 4.2k

you love the kitchen, you pretty much live there day and night. it’s no surprise to anyone that your dream job is eventually becoming a real chef. that’s why you’ve spent almost your whole life perfecting the one skill you’re good at. most of the recipes you use come from your mom. before she passed she left a whole book of recipes in it and what a hell of a good time you had with it.

it helped you cope, that’s what drove it. you feel sad? make something yummy. you feel mad? bake something nice. you feel happy? cool something delicious. your problems seemed to fade away while your cooking.

over the last year, you’ve started attending culinary school. obviously, you’re not perfect and you still need some work on your dishes but you’re not doing too bad to say the least. now though, it’s a new chapter opening for you.

you’ve been wanting to get out of your hometown for a while and move to the city as there were more opportunities down here and to your luck, you got accepted into a (very prestigious) culinary school nearby your apartment, a win-win situation.

like anyone, you were scared, scared to make new friends, scared to meet new people, scared to start from zero, a new place, a new routine. but it’s all for the better.

you sighed as you tied your apron around your waist, almost heading out the door to your first day of school. boxes were still unpacked all around your floor, it was a total mess, you literally slept on the floor last night. it was definitely not the best case scenario for a great morning but eh.

you finally caught your breath trying to calm down grabbing your tote bag and leaving your messy apartment.

the school was no more than five minutes away walking. at least you’re gonna be on time.

your entered the glass doors of the huge white building. the receptionist noticed you, you quickly showed her your ID, which they gave you during your orientation last week. she gave you a nod and you headed into the elevator, pressing the number 13.

your hands were shaking and sweaty. coming into a new school in the middle of the year has got to be the worst scenario for an introvert like you. you finally reached the room where the class will be taking place ( i genuinely don’t know what culinary school is like pls) as soon as you stepped in, all eyes were on you. including the head chef’s.

“you must be the new student right? happy first day you’re late.” one of them spoke, your cheeks couldn’t have become any redder than what they already were. you hated all the attention on you.

late? didn’t class start at 7:30? you thought.

“class started fifteen minutes ago, take a seat and catch up.” almost like he could read your mind he responded.

you muttered a low ‘sorry’ before heading onto an empty seat trying to take as much attention away from you. of course his happens to you.

you gathered all the ingredients you were told to get and set them on the table in front of you. mimicking what the other students were doing. as you weee doing that the chef came up to your side, an evident scowl noticed on his face.

it was until then you realized how handsome he was, he looked very young as well, not someone that you would expect to be a head chef. his jawline was sharper than the knife on your hand. you shook those thoughts away quickly though, he’s your teacher! what are you thinking?

“i’m just letting you know, whatever you did today can’t happen anymore, attendance is very important everyday, this is a very advanced class so you might not want to be missing any of it, got it?” even though he whispered, it felt like he was yelling at you. it was very aggressive and harsh making you flinch.

you quickly nodded, now scared of him even more. suddenly you want to change classes with another chef. finally leaving you let out a big sigh which you were holding in ever since he came over, and resumed cutting your vegetables and stir frying them.

“you need more seasoning on that, it’s too bland!” the chef, which you now you know as ‘Chef Park’ said as he tasted your chicken. you were almost sweating, from the way he speaks and acts, you felt nothing but intimidated by his presence, even more when he’s tasting your first dish for him. throughout the whole lesson today, he seemed to be only picking at you, he didn’t taste any of the other student’s food, only yours. you found it kind of irritating but tried not to think much about it.

“i’ll definitely note that chef.” you smiled at him bowing.

“ i’m expecting a lot from you, ______” he said before heading back to his space.

you were confused. why you? you’re probably the least talented person in this room right now so why you? you had so many questions but decided that maybe you just needed a good nights rest and starting packing up your stuff on your bag.

jay sighed at the empty room in front of him. it was currently 1 am, and he couldn’t find the urge to go home. he was just thinking, thinking about you.

he was the one that read your application into the school, he read your recommendation letters from your past teachers. you were put into his advanced class for a reason.

what he didn’t expect was the glory of a woman that was going to get in that door. it was as if the universe slapped his type right in front of him. that’s what he saw. how could someone look so beautiful in such a simple uniform? he also wonders that.

he can’t let down his demeanor though. yes he finds you attractive, but he can’t soften up just for you, that’s unfair to the rest of the students that have to put up with him. plus he hasn’t forgotten that he’s the teacher and you’re a student, it’s unethical for him to even be thinking of you in that way.

it’s been approximately a month since you’ve started going to this new school and to be honest, it was eating you up. chef park kept nit-picking everything you did, which honestly is what’s. teacher should do but not to that extent. you saw the way he was always looking your way when you were cooking. how he would yell at you across the room when you did something wrong ( even if other people were also doing it) it’s driving you insane to the point that you’re about to actually request for a change of teacher.

you were struggling to cook the steak to chef park’s desired temperature when you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned your head around to see a boy. if you’re not mistaken his name is jake.

“i see you’re kind of struggling with that, there’s a trick i do that always manages to cook the steak to chef’s park liking. may i?” he asked if he could touch the knobs of your stove. you nodded and he turned the heat to the maximum for a few seconds, turning the steak over on both sides while bathing it in butter , then he turned it to low heat, repeating the same action.

jay obviously noticed this and did not appreciate it. he should be happy seeing another student sharing tips with you but that wasn’t the case this time. without thinking he walked over the two of your laughing figures.

“sim! it’s very inappropriate of you to be talking with your little friend when you should be cooking..”

“oh sorry chef park. i was just giving her a hand. i thought you wouldn’t mind.”

you looked at chef park, noticing his glaring eyes on jake. is it that bad for a student to help another student out?

“well i do! back to your place.” he said not sparing you a glance while jake decided to not respond back and just gave you an apologetic smile before heading off.

“alright everyone, that would be it for today, but don’t forget that by the end of the semester you’re gonna have to cook something of your own, impress me okay? “

as students left you decided to have a word with the chef, wanting to know if he just truly just didn’t like you or if he had a problem with you being here, so you could change chefs.

there was another girl talking to him before you. he acted so different with her, so respectful, kind and smiley. his face sours up every time he’s talking with you, so you barely see him smile and you almost melted at it.

“is there a problem miss ______?”

you jumped out of your other world and looked at him. suddenly feeling shy. you felt your confidence slip away as he was now looking straight at you, waiting for you to speak.

“ well-uh i’ve been noticing how harsh you’re on me compared to the other students, did i do something to cause that?”

jay was taken aback from your straightforwardness, but he responded either way.

“ you just need more toughness out on you _____, do you want to be mediocre?” he was lying through his teeth. jay knew you were if anything, the best of the class, he couldn’t just say that out loud.

you on the other hand, were crushed. was mediocre all he saw in you? have you been lied to by your other teachers?

“ is the yelling necessary though ? there’s way to effectively communicate without yelling.” you hated being yelled at. every time someone raised their voice at you, tears would just fall like a waterfall. thankfully, you’ve managed to hold in your tears during class so chef hasn’t seen you cry.

“are you questioning my teaching skills now? “

shit. now you offended him.

“n-no that’s not what i meant, i just-“

“you don’t think i’m a good teacher ?” he said getting up closer to you, pretty much standing inches in front of you. suddenly you felt your heartbeat fasten.

“i d-do chef, i just kind of find it unfair?” you said, trying to not stutter all your words.

jay smirked, now standing less than a feet in front of you, grabbing your chin and holding it up, making you look straight at him. jay could definitely see your rosy cheeks that you were so embarrassedly trying to hide.

“am i making you nervous miss _____?” you only gulped, you didn’t even know what to respond to that, even though it was bluntly obvious based on your state right now.

the both of you didn’t say anything for a moment, the two just stared at each other, waiting for one to make a move first.

you don’t know exactly where you got the guts to actually make the move. you engulfed your chef into a suffocating kiss. the kiss itself was enough to show how much y’all were yearning for each other. jay was dying to do this ever since he laid his eyes on you, but you on the other hand, didn’t know how much you actually wanted to do this until now. sure you found him handsome and smart and literally perfect but you never expected for him to think of you the same way to the point we’re he’s actually kissing you back and heating up the kiss you once started. his tongue grazed over your lip. his hands moved from your face to your waist, pulling you closer, melting into his embrace. your lips tasted so sweet, jay felt insatiable.

both of you forgot about the fact that this was very much not allowed. the world ceased to exist to exist at that moment. there were no boundaries, no constraints, just the two of you.

jay’s hand traveled down further and further, now down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. the small action made you moan into his lips. even though your eyes were closed, you could feel him smirking at you.

your own hands travelled along his broad shoulders, down his shoulders. once again, confidence shot through you. your fingertips found their way to his belt buckle, about to undo it when his fingers wrapped around your wrist. stopping your movements.

“see you next class.” that’s all he said before gathering his things and leaving you there. high and dry.

that’s when you woke up. realizing what you were about to do, more like who you were about to do it with.

embarrassed. that’s what you were. he could literally lose his job what were you thinking?!

you let out a shaky sigh and left the empty room. all you need right now is a hot shower and sleep, you need to forget this ever happened. the worse thing is that tomorrow you still have to face him in class.

you knew showing up in the classroom that the two of you almost fucked in yesterday was going to be hard to show your face in. although no one noticed you, you just felt exposed. you refused to make eye contact with jay the whole time. jay definitely noticed this right away. he felt kind of bad in leaving you like that, but he knew that if he stayed there a little longer, he wouldn’t have controlled himself. he did think though, you looked kind of cute all shy and red, avoiding his eyes the whole class.

he took matters to his hands and approached you for the first time today, which was odd since he would’ve already yelled at you for something at this point.

“what are you working on miss ______?” his voice startled you, not even noticing he walked over to you.

“ just finishing the sauce for this.” you shortly said looking down at your food. jay’s stare didn’t leave your face once. and you could feel it very much. it felt hard to breathe at that moment. you have no doubt your face is boiling at his simple presence.

“ look at me when i’m speaking to you.” you didn’t want to. but he was still your teacher and the last thing you want to be is disrespectful so you looked at him. and god you wished you didn’t. those brown eyes have a world of its own. you found yourself staring at him shamelessly, forgetting he was speaking to you.

“are you even listening?” of course you weren’t yet you nodded assuringly.

“great then see you friday night.” you nodded but it took you a moments to realize what he said.

friday night? for what? this is what you get for daydreaming. embarrassingly, you asked him what he meant after you just told him you were listening to what he was saying.

jay chuckled and shook his head at your lie. “ i said if you were coming to the dinner i have set up for the class, since christmas is coming. and you responded yes, so you better be there miss ______.” he said with a smirk, palming your cheek. your eyes widened at his move. you looked around to see if anyone noticed, to your relief no one did as they were too focused on their food. “someone could’ve seen!” you whisper-shouted your chef. he just rolled his eyes and said “ just be there on friday, i have a gift for you.”

the last thing he said before walking away. you were left dumbfounded. what did any of that mean? you didn’t notice that you’ve doesn’t about 10 minutes just standing there thinking until you smelt something burning.

“your meat is overdone _____!!!” jake told you walking up to you turning the stove off.

shit.

you weren’t the one to like social events much. as a teenager, you barely went out with your friends. you were a proud nerd. always focused on school, that’s how you were thought to be, which explains how you’ve only made one friend (jake) ever since been here for months. now you’re gonna be forced to socialize for a whole evening.

you weren’t unprepared thankfully. you brought a couple of classy dresses with you, you could imagine that things like these were gonna happen. you eventually decided on a white silk dress. it was elegant yet comfortable for you. not too short or not too long as well. you decided to not do anything special with your hair and let it down.

you suddenly felt the urge to not go. the last person you want to see is your chef. you don’t see the point of going yet you kept doing your makeup, you just want to change into your pyjamas and lay in bed all night. a ding in your phone caught your attention, revealing a text message from jake.

-I’m here

it seemed like you have to go now. quickly you gathered your things and left your lot.

jay kept waiting and waiting. you was all he was waiting on. a bunch of people kept coming up and talking to him but he didn’t care. girls showed up trying to impress him, but nothing. he wanted you to come up to him, impress him.

what he didn’t expect is you coming in with some company. jake was obviously invited but not as your date, he thought. he could see his hand on your back as he said a few sorry’s for being late due to traffic. jay couldn’t focus on anything but you. what the fuck was jake saying to make you laugh so hard. was that on purpose? to see how he would react? jay couldn’t tell. it didn’t help how beautiful you looked tonight, more than usual. that fucker doesn’t get your beauty like he does.

the whole night jay kept quiet. stealing glances towards you and jake. when someone talked to him he kept his reposes dry. for a moment he could swear you stared at him.

jay didn’t miss when you stood up to go to the bathroom. he obviously took this opportunity to talk to you, if it wasn’t right now then it was never.

you left the bathroom, as a soon as you turned around, you were encaged. your breath hitched seeing who it was.

“c-chef?”

“oh please don’t act all innocent _____, i know what you’re trying to do.”

“i’m sorry..? i don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“coming in here with jake, wearing such tight dress showing off just enough to make me go crazy. do you realize how much power you have over me hm?”

you didn’t know what to respond to that. deep down you loved the way you made him feel. it was planned, at all, but it felt nice knowing how much little effort had an effect on him.

“ it’s not my fault that’s the way you think jay.” honourifics dropped. jay wasn’t expecting that response from you. the alcohol running through your blood was showing at the moment.

jay grabbed your neck and pulled you into a heated kiss. unlike your first kiss, this one was emerged in lust. both of your tongues entangled with each other. your hands rummaged through his hair pulling him closer to you.

all it took was a simple “wanna get out of here?” from jay for you to weaken in the knees, allowing your full submission to him.

“fuck jay, right ther-shit!” so much happened in the last thirty minutes, nothing could’ve prepared you to be eaten out by your teacher at that time.

you don’t even know how jay didn’t crash the car while driving to his house and completely stripping you in seconds. he ate your pussy like he’s been starving for months (which he was) your eyes rolled back, pulling his hair, engulfing him into you, wrapping your legs around his neck. jay was in fucking bliss.

“shit baby, you’re such a mess, so fucking sensitive.” he said pulling away from your cunt, earning a whine from you.

“such a desperate little brat. tell me, what do you want baby.” he said caressing your lips. you couldn’t stop biting them. from your angle, you could see everything of him. his sharp eyes staring down at you, his biceps, his chest, his abs, fuck you could cum right there.

“fuck me jay, i want you to use me.” unlike other instances, you didn’t break eye contact making him moan before grabbing your thighs and spreading them around his pelvis. your core was dying for his cock, it was noticible from how swollen it was.

jay rubbed his head along your folds before looking up at you for reassurance. you nodded, desperate written all over your face.

the first thrust in you was insane. the stretch felt like he was ripping up your insides. it was painful, a good type of pain. “fuck you’re so fucking big jay.” jay only groaned. he couldn’t even say anything, this was better than anything he could ever imagine.

once he was fully in he started to move in and out of your core, grabbing your waist, feeling himself in you. the crude sounds coming out of the both of you echoed throughout the house. jay’s hands played with your tits while you grabbed his waist, making sure he stays inside you as much possible.

“shit you’re so tight, that’s pussy’s all mine ain’t it?” his hand left your tits and started rubbing your clit while his thrusts turned very hostile you couldn’t even form words from the immense amount of pleasure.

“yes yes, it’s all your baby.”

jay didn’t think it could get better than this, but it did.

he flipped you over, now on all-fours, back arched. not wasting any time in fucking you from behind. he groped your ass, leaving his hand marks all over them.

you were about to explode when a ring could be heard, more specifically from your phone. you looked over it on the night stand seeing ‘jake’ displayed on the screen. shit you completely forgot that you just left him at the restaurant. you could call him back lat-

“answer it.” jay said from behind you sternly, fucking you even deeper.

“i don’t think i ca-“

“answer the fucking phone, it must be important.” as much as he didn’t like jake, it turned him on the way you could barely breath let alone speak while he’s fucking you restlessly.

you could barely talk but you managed to grab the phone and answer it, trying to sound as normal as possible.

“ sorry jake, i just wasn’t-hmp feeling well.” your hand went over your mouth to stop you from moaning into the phone. jay was just laughing in the background at your state right now.

“yea yea i-i’m so sorry, have f-fun though.” you nodded at his last sentence before hanging up and glaring at jay from behind you.

“fuck you!” you said then slamming your head into the pillow letting out muffled moans.

“i’m quite literally doing that baby.” you rolled your eyes in pleasure and annoyance. your orgasm was very close, even jay could feel the way you clench around him.

“fuck i’m cumming, so fucking close.” your weak voice said .

jay was on the same boat, he would’ve cum way earlier but it just felt so damn good, he wanted to treasure every moment.

“me too baby, c’mon cum all over my dick, do it baby.” that’s exactly what you did. your body twitched at the sudden feeling. your body going limp.

jay was also on edge, with a few more thrust he pulled out of you and came all over your back moaning in the process.

after the two of you balanced your breathing, jay laid next to you caressing your hair, the both of you were just giggling like little kids.

“so this was the gift you were talking about?”

[jobean12-blog]

Hey there! I just found your blog and your smut is incredible and gets me hot everytime I read your work!!! If you're taking requests could I request one where Reader and Bucky stayed over at Steve's apartment for the weekend and they have some 'quiet' morning steamy sex, and they really try to stay quiet but the bed rattling gives them away and forget Steve can hear them perfectly and teases them over breakfast? Thank you so much I love you 💛

A Quiet Morning

Pairings: Bucky x reader (platonic Stever x reader, Steve x Bucky)

Word Count: 1,369

Summary: You have to stay at Steve’s place while the apartment you and Bucky share undergoes renovations. It’s hard to keep your hands off each other even when you’re under Steve’s roof. 

Author’s Note: HI SWEETS! Thank you so very much for your kind words! It makes me so happy that you are getting enjoyment out of my writing! I love you too and I hope you enjoy this! It was very fun to write! Thank you for your request and thank you all for reading! Have a lovely day ❤❤❤

Warnings: Fluffy fun, sweetness, Steve being a punk, cursing, SMUT, fingering, oral, sex (18 + only please ;)

You squeal as Bucky chases you around Steve’s apartment. You had been incessantly teasing him all day, pokes, tickles, butt pinches, grabbing whatever you could get your hands on. He loved it but he decided to finally retaliate, much to Steve’s entertainment. Your apartment was undergoing some big renovations and you needed to stay at Steve’s for the weekend just until the water was back on and working.

“You know he isn’t trying to catch you right, y/n?” Steve teases from his position on the couch. On your way around the couch you grab a pillow and chuck it at Steve’s head, “so what, you big lump, we’re having fun.”

Steve just chuckles, smashing you with the pillow on your next time around, effectively knocking you to the couch where Bucky lands on top of you and pins you down. “Thanks Stevie, good teamwork,” he says before triumphantly high fiving him.

Rolling your eyes, you squirm under Bucky trying to get loose, “this is so unfair, what chance do I have?!” Bucky and Steve both laugh, Bucky confirming your remark, “none at all, doll, just give it up!” You go limp under him with a huff trying to stop your smile from forming but having no such luck, “I can’t stand either of you!”

Steve stands from the couch with a smile, “alright, I’m heading to bed, see you guys in the morning for breakfast.” You quickly whisper in Bucky’s ear, “hurry, grab a pillow, go for his head.” Bucky grins, grabbing the pillow from above your head and sending it sailing in Steve’s direction, “goodnight punk.” You can hear Steve’s grunt from down the hallway along with some choice curse words for Bucky.

Looking up at Bucky in the now silent room he gives you a wicked grin, grinding his hips into you so you can feel the hardness in his sweats. “Did you think you could tease me all day with no consequences,” he chides, kissing down your neck. “Bucky, we can’t, not in Steve’s living room, he’s right down the hall,” you giggle.

Bucky lets out a low growl, picking you up and carrying you down the hall to the spare bedroom. “I can’t wait to get home, this no sex thing is torture,” he whines. You wrap your arms around his middle, burying your face in his chest, “I know, let’s just go to sleep, this way we’re one day closer to home.”

The two of you get in bed, Bucky pulling your back to his chest and holding your waist. His cock throbs against your ass and you can’t help but wiggle, “sorry baby, I can’t help it,” he whispers. “It’s ok, I get it, believe me.” You both finally fall asleep, frustrated but hopeful for tomorrow.

The morning light shines through the blinds, slowly warming your face as you begin to wake. Bucky feels you stir and rolls over, throwing his arm across your stomach. His metal hand inches downward with soft caresses. “Mmmm morning, baby girl.” The cool metal of his hand brings you fully awake as his fingers glide through your wet folds. “So wet for me, y/n, what were you dreaming about last night?” he hums.

You grab his wrist with a low moan, applying more pressure, “please, Bucky.” With a soft kiss to your neck he sinks two fingers inside you, slowly pumping them in and out as you rock your hips. You bite your lip to stop from crying out, your hips moving of their own accord. Bucky nips at your ear, whispering sweet nothings as he brings his thumb up to circle your clit.

You feel the coil in your stomach start to unravel, a harsh whisper of Bucky’s name the only warning you’re close. He pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean as he watches you stare at him in irritation. “I’m gonna make you wanna scream my name but you have to be really quiet for me, doll.”

His lips meet yours in a toe-curling kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he brings his body atop yours. Just the weight of him has you moaning against his mouth, his hard cock pressing against your core as he rocks his hips. He kisses down your breasts, sucking on each nipple before making his way down your stomach and parting your legs.

Bucky licks along your folds, flattening his tongue against your clit as he inserts his metal fingers once again. You pump your hips in tandem with his fingers, your hands fisted into the sheets as his continuous assault on your clit has you writhing beneath him.

Your hands fly to his hair, grasping the soft locks and pushing his face impossibly closer as you cum with a silent scream. Bucky sits up, licking his lips clean, “I love how sweet you taste, baby, now I wanna feel this perfect pussy around my cock,” he whispers.

He removes his shirt and shorts, throwing them to the floor. Grabbing his cock, he runs his hand over the length as he watches your chest heave with heavy pants. “Promise you’ll be quiet for me baby?” he asks as he hovers over you. You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist and urging him closer.

Bucky’s cock enters you slowly, every inch of him stretching you out deliciously. He covers your mouth with his own, swallowing your moans as he bottoms out. “Fuck,” he whispers against your lips, his movements languid as he relishes in the feel of your warmth wrapped around him.

You bite at his bottom lip, your nails and heels digging into his back as his movements quicken. “Oh my god, Bucky,” you murmur, “harder,” you plead. At your words he loses some control, thrusting into you renewed vigor. The headboard repeatedly knocks against the wall but neither of you pay it any mind as you’re lost in the feel of each other.

Each drag of his cock tightens the coil in your stomach, his hand traveling between your bodies to put pressure on your clit. “I know you’re close baby, I’m gonna make you cum,” he whispers as he starts rubbing the sensitive nub. Your eyes squeeze shut as your walls being to clench around him, hands grabbing his ass to pull him deeper.

Bucky buries his face in your neck, biting down as you both cum with clenched teeth and heavy breaths. He continues pumping slowly in and out, dragging out your orgasm as he sucks on the soft skin of your neck. He finally looks up, removing your damp hair from your face, “fucking amazing.”

“It always is,” you tell him before kissing him sweet and slow. You spend a little more time in each other’s arms, the smell of bacon and coffee the only thing coaxing you from the bed. “I’m starving,” Bucky confesses with a smirk, quickly throwing his clothes on.

“Me too, babe,” you giggle, dressing and heading for the door, “I hope Steve made pancakes!” You’re almost out the door when you hear Bucky’s quiet, “oh shit.” Turning around you give him the ‘what’ look as you take in his wide eyes. “Look at the wall above the bed, y/n.” Your eyes swing to the bed taking in the dark marks across the wall where the headboard hit. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“Hey guys, I hope you’re up, breakfast is ready!” you hear Steve call from the kitchen. “Come on, doll, let’s go eat. Act like everything is normal and we’ll figure it out when we’re not so hungry.” You give Bucky a lopsided grin, taking his outstretched hand and heading toward the yummy smell of food.

“Morning,” you both chime in unison, inwardly cringing at how silly you sound. “Need any help, Steve?” Without turning around, Steve starts plating the food, “nah, I’m all set, thanks y/n. But I might need help later before you guys head back home.” You give Bucky a confused look before glancing back to Steve who is now facing you with raised eyebrows. “I’m sure my wall is going to need a paint job thanks to you two banging the headboard into it all morning,” he says with a blank look.

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so i’ve been held up, and haven’t gotten laid in awhile. and forgot how to write intense steamy slutty starved ravenous breathless desperate and anguishable rough wet sweltering y’know make out sessions where two people aren’t supposed to be together but are. ( are you doing well, and what are your tips? ) i have the scene it’s immaculate in my head thought i’m at loss for where to start. i wish i could show you my writing and for you to be the kakashi to my sasuke, cause there’s so many scenes and details that i wanna implement and it’s hard to stay on task, though i wanna continue i might even reread your delectable literature once more cause fuck you’re better than porn itself </3

omg hello! sorry for my late reply but omg... this is the highest form of compliments.... to be able to satisfy u more than porn........ bless...... thank u 🥺

tbh i first started writing smut when i was still a virgin LMAO and i’m sure a lot of ppl do too but i learned a lot and drew inspiration from porn(cautiously ofc, bc we all know how unrealistic and maybe even unsafe it might be), movies/tv/books, and from reading other smut fics too!

personally for me (bc i’m a meticulous and organized capricorn lmao) i sometimes like to have a bit of an outline for what i’m gonna write bc it helps me map out and time the scenes better, and it also breaks it down enough for me to focus and plan for one thing at a time. it can help u to see where u need to cut things, shave things down, or add to things before u write too! also whenever i’m minding my business and a delicious scene or a line of yummy dialogue or prose spontaneously pops into my mind, i try to immediately jot it down so i won’t forget to use it later!

also be patient and kind with urself as u practice more and more! it honestly took me a long time of writing smut to finally be satisfied with my personal writing style! good luck hope that helps love!!