#jessy loves cheleah

[jessybarnes]

I JUST GOT THE NOTIFICATION THAT YOUR BACK AND I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABOUT YOU LAST NIGHT AND WONDERING WHERE YOU WENT!!😭😭😭💗

Oh, bby I'm sorry I was away for a bit. There's been a lot going on in my personal life. My husband had surgery on Wednesday. I missed you though and hope you're doing okay! Thank you for sending me an ask. It means so much to me that one of my favorite people on here had me on their mind. 🥺❤️

[jessybarnes]

FUCCCCKKKK 🥵🥵🥵🥵 It's not even 8am here and what a way to wake myself up 😩😩 How am I supposed to focus on work now?

Bby, this was so good! Like DAMN... yes, please.

hi since you have opened up for female characters would you be interested in writing something for Wanda with girlfriend reader? maybe they are trying new things and wanda realises her girl has a small crush on Bucky and arranges something? 👀

or if this is too much then something with just Wanda and reader please. only if you feel like it thanks

hello! I apologise for taking so long, and I hope you like what I wrote!

summary - your girlfriend notices that you have a crush on a certain super-solider, so she decides to do something special for you.

warning - smut, bi stuff, sharing kink, cuckolding, voyeurism, swearing, oral sex, fingering, magic use, squirting.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

Wanda had watched you blush whenever Bucky would enter the room or talk to you, noticing how you had gained a tiny crush on the troubled super-solider. She thought she’d be jealous, but instead, she had a brilliant idea, wanting to treat her little girl to something sweet. She smiles when she enters your shared room, spotting you sitting against the headboard, Bucky waiting patiently outside. “Hey, honey. I want to do something kinky tonight. Are you up for it?” 

Your eyes widen, swallowing as you nod. “Y–yeah… What did you have in mind?” You watch her eyes glow a bright red for a split second before Bucky enters, and you choke on your saliva. “Wands… Why is Bucky here?” You clench your legs together, feeling your core pulse and leak at the thought of what will happen. 

Wanda walks over, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I know you have a crush on him, honey. So, I thought, why not let you have a taste of him.” She leans closer, looking you in your eyes. “You want that, honey? Do you want to get a taste of Bucky? Want him to fuck your cute little pussy?” 

You whimper, squirming in your spot. Your eyes flicker between the two, staring into the darkness of Bucky’s eyes. “Please…” You beg, biting on your bottom lip. 

Wanda smirks, “My needy little baby.” Her hands slide down your body, grazing your soft breasts and landing between your legs, cupping your sopping cunt. Wanda gently rubs your swollen clit over your drenched knickers, smiling sweetly at the sounds that escape past your lips. Bucky groans, adjusting himself, eyes locked between your legs. “I’m going to sit back and watch him take you apart, honey. Let you have a free pass on getting fucked by a man. Do you want that?” 

You whine, squeezing your eyes shut and nodding your head. “Yes, yes, please!” Your back arches as she continues to rub you. “Nooo!” You whine when she stops touching you, moving to the chair in the corner of the room, wanting to watch. Bucky takes the nod Wanda gives him as a sign to go, and you moan when you feel something cold touching you. Your head moves to the side, mouth hanging open as Bucky rubs you through your knickers before pulling them to the side and rolling your pretty little clit between his fingers. “Oh…” 

“That’s right, doll. Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod, moving your body closer to the large man, your head fuzzy as a fantasy of yours has finally come true. Bucky groans, watching your juices leak onto his fingers, covering him. “Your girlfriend is so good, doll. Letting you get touched by me, you should be thanking her.” He moves down to your hole, poking and prodding until he slowly pushes a finger inside, followed by another.

You grip the seats and clutch onto his arm, and breathless moans leave your lips. “F–fuck, thank you! Thank you so much, baby!” You clench and unclench around him. You feel yourself getting close, right on the edge, until the core inside of you snaps. Your back arches, and you whine. Your juices squirt out of you as Bucky curls his fingers. “Oh, god!”

Wanda sits back, feeling herself throb as she watches you get pleasured by somebody else. “He’s not done, honey.” Her eyes move to Bucky’s. “Fuck her, and don’t hold back. She’s a whore and doesn’t deserve anything gentle.” She crosses her legs and rests against the chair, hooded eyes staring directly into your dazed ones. 

Bucky shrugs, looking down at you. “Well, you heard her. I have to fuck you like a whore.” He pulls his shirt over his head, and your eyes widen, whimpering as they slowly move down his body, watching as he unbuckles his belt and slides his jeans down. You let out a choked gasp as your eyes landed on his bulge. It wasn’t like his size was a mystery, as his pants always showed he was packing, but the fact that he was standing in front of you, hard and ready to fuck you made you whimper. “Aww, doll. Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit.” He smirks, climbing on top of you and spreading your legs. 

Your mouth falls open into a silent scream as Bucky pushes his thick member into your tight cunt, grunting as you squeeze him. “Jesus, fuck, doll! You’re so fucking tight!” Your legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper into you. 

“Bucky… Please, move!” You moan, trying to fuck yourself onto him. Bucky pins your hands down, glaring down at you as he begins to pound into you, fucking you fast and hard, splitting you open from the inside. “Oh, god! Feels so good!” Your eyes connect with Wanda’s, and you whimper as she smirks. 

Bucky snarls, gripping your chin and making you look at him. “I’m fucking you, not her. You look at me, understood?” You nod, moaning, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pounds into your sweet spot. His pubic hair rubs against your clit, causing tingles to shoot through your body, and your toes curl. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, cum for me, you fucking whore.” He lifts your hips, stuffing a pillow underneath as Bucky goes feral, slamming into you harder and harder, grunting as your walls tighten around him and your juices squirt out of you. “Shit! Can I cum in her?” He looks over to Wanda, not slowing down.

“No, cum in her mouth. She wants a taste.” Bucky groans, and you whine when he slides out of you and drags your body down the bed before stuffing your mouth full of him, thrusting in and out, his heavy sacks hitting your chin. “Like that, do you like that, honey?” 

You moan around Bucky, trying to nod as your hands grasp his thighs. You gag and choke as he thrusts deep into your mouth, a bulge appearing. Bucky grips your hair, his hips stuttering and his balls tightening. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Your mouth is so fucking good, doll!” He grunts, burying his cock deep into your throat as he releases, spurting thick amounts of cum. 

You swallow, licking him clean and giving his tip a little suck. You whimper when you pull off, sagging into the bed, feeling all tingly between your legs. Bucky moves next to you, sighing as he lies down, and Wanda makes her way over. “You were such a good girl for us, honey.” She drags her finger up and down your thigh, slowly moving between your legs and slipping two fingers into you, causing you to whine. “Shh, it’s okay.” She slowly thrusts them in and out before pulling them out of you and bringing one finger to her mouth, sticking it in and sucking. “Mmm, always taste so sweet for me, honey. Have a taste, Bucky.” She leans over you and sticks her other finger in his mouth, causing him to groan.

“Fuck, taste so good, doll.” Bucky sucks your girlfriend's finger, and you moan as you watch, squirming beneath them. “Round two?” Wanda’s eyes glow a bright red, and your back arches when you feel pressure on your clit. Her magic swirls around you, and you moan, knowing you are in for one hell of a night.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[jessybarnes]

🥵🥵🥵🥵 If Bucky was my best friend I'd be asking him to breed me too, like:

God this was hot after 😩😩🥵🥵 that man wouldn't even have to touch me. I'd get off from his words alone. You write Bucky so well, baby. This was amazing 🥰❤️

hiii baby 🤍

weird request maybe…

But reader being tired of dating but really wanting a baby…like she just really doesn’t want to wait for the perfect man to settle down with, but she really really really wants a baby.

So she asks childhood!bestfriend!bucky or like childhood!bestfriend!CE!Character to impregnate her…

He (being secretly in love with her) agrees, so they make one 😩

hi honey! not weird at all! I loved this, I'm hoping I did it justice and that you love it!

summary - you've decided to stop going on dates when the last one fails and go to your best friend for the thing you desperately want.

warning - smut, breeding kink, unrequited love (or not), horrible dates, creampie, swearing, slight angst.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You sigh, having just come back from yet another failed date. No man seemed to live up to the expectation you were looking for. You sagged into the couch, kicking your shoes off and beginning to massage your temples. “Ugh, I’ll never find the perfect man to settle down with…” You look down at your stomach, and your mind fills with images of you being pregnant. Your eyes blink it away as you rub your belly. “I just want a baby… Is that so hard?” 

Your eyes widen when you realise you have the perfect plan. Bucky! He’s your best friend, an ideal option for a sperm donor. You quickly dig through your purse and pull out your phone, unlocking it and quickly sending him a message. 

‘Hey, are you able to come over? I have something important to ask you.’ You send the text, gnawing on your bottom lip as you wait for his response, watching the three little dots appear. 

‘Sure, I’ll be there in 10 minutes with your favourite snacks.’ 

You smile, quickly jumping up and running to your room. You strip from the clothes you sadly wasted on your date and changed into a red lingerie set that Bucky got you for your birthday. You smirked when you remembered how flushed Bucky looked as you opened the gift bag and promised to show him one day. You walk over to the mirror and fix your make-up, reapplying your red gloss. 

When you hear the door unlock, you quickly throw on your silk robe and head out of your room, ready to greet Bucky. He enters and smiles when he sees you waiting there for him. His heart practically pounds out of his chest as you smile back at him, walking over and wrapping your arms around his body. “Hey, I got us some Chinese.” He wraps one arm around you, tightly holding the bag of food with the other. 

“You came so fast!” Your cheeks heat up at the innuendo of your words. You don’t notice the pout on his lips as you pull away from him and begin to walk toward the lounge room. “C’mon, I’d feel better asking you the thing while sitting down… I don’t really know how you’ll feel about it.” Your chew on your bottom lip, your nerves getting to you as you realise if he says no, you’ll possibly be ruining a good friendship.

Bucky follows you like a lost puppy, practically feeling your nerves radiating off of you. His eyes shamefully land on your arse, watching your hips sway as you walk before him. “So, uh… How did your date go?” This would be the tenth date this week that you’ve been on, and as your best friend, Bucky knows all about them and how lately they haven’t been going well. Except for his heart that constantly broke every time you told him you had a date with everyone but him. Bucky sits beside you, pulling out the hot food and handing you your usual. 

“Shit like the others.” You immediately begin to stuff your face with food, starving from storming off during the date. “From the moment we met, all he spoke about was himself and the women he’s been with. Then when we sat down to eat, he ordered for me, but when I stood up for myself and ordered what I wanted. He decided to call me a cow and fat and that no man would ever love me if I didn’t let them take control of my life.” You growl, shovelling more food in your mouth. You swallow and look at Bucky, noticing the angry look behind his eyes but deciding to ignore that. “But, I came to a conclusion. You know how much I’ve been wanting a baby and have been trying to find the perfect man to settle down with.”

Bucky nods before frowning. “Please don’t tell me you're going to just sleep with one of these guys to get one.” His brows furrow. “You deserve more than that. You deserve someone that will be there for you and the baby.”

You wave him off, sucking some juice off your thumb. “Of course not. I had someone better in mind.” Your eyes connect with him, and Bucky’s brows raise when he puts the pieces together. “I want you to impregnate me, Bucky.”

“Y–you–” He swallows, blinking rapidly, wondering if he heard you right.

“I want you, Bucky. Just imagine how cute our baby would be, but I understand if you say no and no longer want to be–”

“Yes.”

“B–”

“Yes.” Bucky immediately scoots closer and cups your cheeks. “I’ll pump you full until you are carrying my child.” You feel slick gather between your thighs, turned on by his words. Bucky’s hands move down and undo your robe, choking on his saliva when his eyes land on the red lingerie set he had bought you. “You’re so beautiful…” He whispers, staring for a while before looking into your eyes. “D–do you want to go slow or…” Bucky swallows, knowing that you weren’t doing this because you felt anything for him. You were doing this to get a baby.

“Fast, for now, I just need you.” You whimper. You grasp the back of Bucky’s head and pull him toward you, devouring his lips with yours. “Please, fuck a baby into me.”

Bucky catches the for-now part, causing his heart to jump, knowing there might be another time. His breath catches as your lips connect, swearing that fireworks went off. His hand lands between your legs and begins to rub you through your knickers, letting out a moan as he feels how wet you are. “D–did you touch yourself before I got here?” 

You shake your head, “No, no….” You whine, back arching and legs spreading more as he touches you. Bucky feels his cock harden more when he realises he made you wet. “Bucky, please.” You blink the tears away, so overwhelmed with your feelings for your best friend and your horniness. You hadn’t been touched in so long, and to have Bucky finally touch you with the promise of putting a baby in you intensifies it.

Bucky leans back, giving you a look. “Are you sure about this? Because once I start, I really don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” You nod rapidly, gripping any part of him that you can. He places a hand under your chin. “I need words, Y/n.” 

“Yes, Bucky. I’m sure I want this.” You watch him remove your clothes, followed by his, and you gasp as your eyes land on his member. “You’re so big…” Bucky strokes his cock, lining it with your sopping cunt. As he pushes in, Bucky leans forward and connects his lips with yours, swallowing your moans. “O–oh…” 

His hands move down and grip your hips, thrusting deep, fast and hard into your tight walls. “Fuck, you feel so good, doll.” Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits deep inside you, hitting places you’ve never reached before. “I can’t wait to pump you full of my cum, doll. Breed you.” He growls, getting lost in the feel of you. 

You moan, gripping onto your best friend, feeling him split you open, bringing you pleasure you’ve never felt before. You can’t wait until he fills you with his cum, giving you what you’ve always wanted. “Faster, Bucky, please.” You don’t know how he’s done it, but you're so close you can feel your orgasm just around the corner. 

Bucky’s hips begin to snap, slamming into you hard and fast. “Shit, doll. I’m so close.” His hand slides between your bodies, locating your clit and rubbing it. Your back arches, legs squeezing tighter around him as your juices squirt out of you, your walls pulsating around his thick cock. Bucky groans, burying his face into your neck, pounding into you before burying himself deep inside you. Thick spurts of cum shoot out of his mushroom tip as he pumps you full of his cream. “Fuck, fuck! There’s so much. It feels too good, doll!”

You sag into the couch, pulling Bucky along with you, enjoying the feeling of his softening cock inside of you. He stares at you, stroking your cheek, and you smile tiredly up at him. “Thank you, Bucky. I hope this takes, if not. We will have just to keep trying.”

Bucky smiles, “I’d be happy with that.” He leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[jessybarnes]

I- 🥵😫... BBY, IT'S 7:45AM HERE....H-HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUNCTION AFTER THIS MASTERPIECE? 😫😫😫😫

Hello! I hope you are well!

Would it be possible to get a slightly jealous and possessive daddy Bucky Barnes with best friend Steve Rogers threesome smut one shot?

Thank you so very much 🥰

hello! I'm okay, I hope you are well as well! I also hope you like what I wrote!

summary - your stepdad doesn't like how close his friend is getting to you, so the only way to solve the issue is to get inside you.

warning - smut, stepcest, two cocks in one hole, swearing, innocent reader.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine.

Bucky was fuming as he watched his best friend flirt with you. He gulped down some of his beer as Steve pressed up against you, helping you grab something from the top shelf. Feeling his cock twitch as dirty thoughts entered his head. 

“Thank you, Stevie!” You look up at him with wide innocent eyes. He smirks down at you, his bulge pressing into your stomach, and he pushes your hair behind your ear.

“Your welcome, sweetie. A woman like you shouldn’t be doing all the hard work.” His cock twitches as you giggle, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before hurrying off and toward your stepdad. Steve smirks at Bucky when he notices the glare on his face. His eyes move to watch your ass jiggle, your tiny skirt lifting when you bend over to place a kiss on Bucky’s cheek.

“You okay, Daddy?” You bat your eyelashes, squealing as he pulls you into his lap. Soft giggles escape you as he smothers your neck in his special kisses. “Daddy! Stevie is here!” 

“That’s okay, doll. Why don’t we show Stevie here what we do for fun?” He raises a brow, his hand slowly moving up until he gropes your ass. 

Your eyes are wide as you stare at him. “Are you saying we can have playtime?” You blink, your head turning toward Steve, whose hand is on your back.

“That’s right, baby doll.” Bucky leans forward, catching your lips with his. Hands moving to your dripping cunt, soft whimpers escaping you as he rubs your swollen throbbing button. “So wet, doll. Who made you this wet, huh?” 

Your cheeks turn red as you sneakily look at Steve before snapping your head back to Bucky, eyes crossing as his finger sinks into your cunt. “Oh, so it was Steve that made you this wet? What a naughty little slut you are.” His fingers curl before he abruptly takes them out and sticks the finger out to Steve, giving him a look. “May as well have a taste. I’m not one to share.” You feel your cunt clench around nothing as Steve leans forward and sucks on Bucky’s finger. 

“Fucking hell. How do you expect me to stay away after tasting her?” Bucky shrugs before standing. You squeal and wrap your legs tightly around him as he and Steve head to your bedroom. “Aww, isn’t this the cutest room ever.” You watch with wide eyes as he picks up your penguin. “Who’s this little guy?”

You blush before burying your face in your stepdad’s shoulder. Bucky smirks and grips your ass tighter. “That’s Mr Penguin. He watches my little girl when I can’t, doesn’t he, baby doll?” You nod, squealing as he places you down on the bed, and both men step back. Their cocks straining against their jeans, large forms nearly taking up your room as they stand straight with their bulging arms folded across their chest. “Now, doll. I’m going to give you three options.”

You nod, arms folded onto your lap. Your plump lips pouted as you waited for your daddy to tell you your options. 

“The first option is I can fuck you while you choke on Stevie’s cock. The second option is I can fuck you while you sit on his face, or the third option is we both can fuck you in your pretty little pussy.” You whimper at them all, your cunt leaking as you picture them doing everything to you.

“Third option, please, daddy! Please! Wan’ both your cocks!” You plead, practically leaping forward, pawing at their pants. You whine when Bucky grabs your hands, and both older men stare down at you with dark smirks. 

“You sure, doll?” They chuckle when you rapidly nod your head, hands moving to undo their pants as you hurriedly take your top off, plump breasts bouncing free, causing their eyes to move down and watch them, licking their lips. You go to take your skirt off, but Bucky stops you. “Ah, uh, baby doll. Keep that on.” Your eyes move down to their prominent throbbing members, drooling as their tips leak. Bucky moves until he’s lying down, getting you to crawl on top of him. Steve moves behind you, his bulky body resting against your ass. 

“Daddy! Hurry up! I’m all tingly inside you!” A whine escapes you, followed by a gasp as Steve slaps your ass. Your body launches forward, and your nails dig into your daddy as the two men work their way inside you. Your eyes roll back at the stretch, whimpers leave you, and tears fill your eyes. “D–daddy! Too much! Too much!” Babbles make their way past your lips, feeling complete.

“Nah, uh, doll. You wanted this, and you’re going to take it.” He grunts as your walls pulse around him, and both men begin to thrust in and out of you. Their hands gripping your flesh, lips pressing against your skin. “Fuck! Shit feels so fucking good. Ain’t that right, Stevie?”

Steve groans, sending a hard thrust into your stretched-out cunt. His hand was coming around, flicking, pinching and rubbing your clit. “Fuck yes! Best fucking pussy! Gonna be so fucking addicted after this!” His blue eyes are dark with lust, hips pounding harder into your tiny body as Bucky thrusts up into you simultaneously. “You like this, sweetheart? Like having your dad and his friend fuck you like some whore?” 

You whine, your body giving out as you fall onto Bucky. Their thrusts never stop, “Y–yes! Love it! Wan’ more!” You bury your face into Bucky’s neck, biting down as your walls squeeze their cocks, and your juices squirt out as you cum. “Daddy! Stevie!”

Both men grunt, pounding into you as hard and fast as they can before their balls tighten, cocks throb, and thick spurts of cum shoot out of their mushroom tips and deep into your used cunt. 

“Yeah, you better learn to share because I ain’t going anywhere.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[jessybarnes]

I...I just... holy shit, where do I even start?! 🥵🥵

First of all, this was beyond amazing! Thank you for answering my request, bby 😘!

I mean, you captured this perfectly! The way you wrote the reader and how she used to wear cute dressy clothes and then she changed her appearance to blend in more? Yeah, something I would totally do if I was in her situation.

And how concerned Bucky was? I love how much he cares because I believe if he was a professor he absolutely would care if one of his students was struggling.

And the smut...I just... fuck... 😫😫

It was absolutely phenomenal... *chef's kiss* I can just imagine being thoroughly ravished on Professor Bucky’s desk and I just...

I think I read this like ten times...and I can't wait to read it infinitely more. Thank you for writing my request l! I love this and you! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 And one last gif...just because I love gifs 😅

Hey bby ❤️ I have a request! You can totally ignore this if you want to tho.

What about professor!bucky x college!reader where she's always been so good in his class...never misses an assignment, good grades, etc and then one day it changes. She misses class a couple of times, gets an F, things like that and he gets concerned. He brings her into his office and she can't even look at him. He finally gets her to admit that she feels ashamed because she touches herself to the thought of him and it makes him feral and he just takes her right there in his office.

Feel free to interpret this how you want too or change/add anything ❤️ love you and your writing so much 🥰

hey cutie! I'm sorry this took so long, and if it's not as good as you'd hoped! love you too!

summary - your professor is worried about you and tells you to meet him in his office, once he finds out what your behaviour has been about, he becomes feral.

warning - smut, talks of masturbation, semi-public sex, swearing, teacher and student relationship, slight angst.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine.

Bucky knew this wasn’t like you. You’d never fail a test or miss a class. You’d even come to class sometimes whilst sick, and he’d have to force you to go home and rest.

He watched as you walked into class, wearing a soft long black shirt with a dark green checkered skirt. The fabric still hugged your form perfectly, but secretly Bucky missed the way you’d walk into class with your sundresses and short skirts. He felt saddened when you didn’t look up and greet him; it had become routine that he had grown to love.

The soft smile you’d direct toward him when you entered his classroom, a good morning following as you greeted him. He missed that and could feel his heart breaking throughout these weeks of being ignored. He just knew that he had to get you alone, had to find out what had happened and if there was anything he could do to help.

Bucky started his class, his eyes flickering over to you every once in a while. He watched as your eyes darted away when they connected, your cheeks turning a rosy pink. As the class slowly comes to an end, Bucky clears his throat. “Alright, class, that’s it for the day! Make sure you turn in the work by next week! Miss L/n, please see me in my office!” 

Your eyes widen upon hearing your last name fall from his lips, and your palms become sweaty as you begin to overthink. You slowly pack your things before heading to his office. The man who keeps invading your dreams is not that far behind you. Your eyes flutter slightly, your heart pounding as you catch a whiff of his cologne. The feel of his body brushing against yours causes your knickers to dampen.

Bucky gestures for you to sit, noticing how your eyes focus on his thighs as he spreads them. “Do you want to tell me what’s been happening? You’re an intelligent young woman who has been lacking lately.” You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip as your nerves begin to crawl throughout your body, and your thighs clench together from being so close to him. Bucky’s eyes scan you, noticing how jittery you are. His hand reaches out and places it on yours. “Y/n, have I done something?”

Your eyes shoot up and connect with his striking blue ones, causing your breath to hitch at the intensity. “N–no, you didn’t do anything.” 

His brows furrow in concern, “What is it? Can I do anything to help?” You shake your head again, looking down as you think. “This is a safe place, and you can talk to me about anything.”

“Um… Well, I’ve just been having weird dreams… Lately, and I don’t know how to cope.” Bucky nods, encouraging you to continue. “And, well… I wake up and touch myself because of the man in them….” Bucky clears his throat, shifting in his seat slightly as his pants tighten.

“And this man… Do you see him in class? Is this why you’ve been distancing yourself?” You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Is there anything I can do? Kick him out, perhaps?”

You shake your head, “You’d have to find a new professor, Professor….” Bucky’s eyes widen when he connects the dots, his cock straining against his jeans. The sight of your wide innocent eyes and your thighs squeezing together make him feel like he’ll snap.

“Me? You���ve been….”

You quickly stand, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry! I’ll leave and understand if you want me out of your class!” You are too busy gathering your items that you don’t notice Bucky abruptly standing, storming around his desk. A gasp escapes you as he pushes you into the wood, his bulge pressing directly between your cheeks. 

“Sweetheart, that’s the hottest fucking thing a woman has ever confessed to me. Especially someone as beautiful as you.” Your cheeks pinken, a soft moan escaping you as he begins to pamper your neck with gentle but rushed kisses. “Can I touch you, sweetheart? Can I mark you as mine?” 

You nod, a whimpered yes falling from your lips. Bucky flips you around, lifting your skirt as he pushes you into the desk. Your head falls back as Bucky begins to suck and nip the flesh on your neck, his cock throbbing as moans escape you. His hands make quick work on his jeans, freeing his veiny cock. His large hand strokes it as he pushes your underwear to the side, rubbing your swollen clit. He watches you fall apart, your eyes roll back, and your mouth drops open. 

“You ready, sweetheart?” 

“Yes, sir, please.” 

Your hands grip any part of his body. The scent of his cologne makes your mind go fuzzy. Your back arches as he begins to push, entering you, your walls hugging his throbbing member. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel amazing!” He presses his lips into yours as he bottoms out, a shaky breath escaping him at the feel of you squeezing him. 

“S–sir… Oh, god.” Your lips move against his, legs wrapped around his hips as he begins to thrust. Grunts and groans escape the both of you, and your eyes flutter closed as he fucks you. “Feels good… So good!” Your walls squeeze tightly around him, pulsating as the pleasure intensifies. 

Bucky grunts. This feeling felt a thousand times better than what he had imagined. All those times, you walked into his classroom and greeted him in those pretty dresses, flashing your gorgeous smile at him. It took everything in him not to bend you over his desk in front of the class and demonstrate how to pleasure a woman properly.

His knuckles turn white from gripping the desk, and his pace picks up as he pounds faster and harder into your sopping cunt. You can feel your end approaching quickly as Bucky hits your g spot repeatedly. Your eyes squeeze shut as your juices squirt out and cover him. 

Bucky’s eyes darken, darting between your fucked out expression and your glistening cunt. A growl escapes him as he pounds harder, his thrusts become sloppy, and his balls tighten. He blacks out for a second as he cums, large amounts spurt out of his tip and deep inside you. 

As he softens and catches his breath, Bucky’s eyes lock with yours, his hand cupping your cheek. “Now, will you be your usual beautiful self? No more hiding?” You nod, eyes fluttering as exhaustion sets deep into your bones. “Good girl.”

thank you for reading!

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[jessybarnes]

🥺❤️ God, I love how you capture the emotion in the characters your write. I wonder what Severus would have thought or how he would have reacted to Y/N's statements. Loved this, baby. 😘

𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆

give me your thoughts x the gif isn’t mine, divided by @newlips

warning - angst

You stand, arms folded in front of you. “I’m his wife, Albus.” You take a deep breath, staring at your husband from a distance. “I’m nothing more, not his love, not his partner, I’m just his wife, and in this situation, wife doesn’t mean we are a team and love each other.” You gulp, swallowing the lump in your throat as you turn to look at the older man. You give a pained smile. “I’ve been in love with him since we were kids, but he will always love her, and… I’m okay with that as long as he is safe. That was why we married… for his safety.” You quickly wipe the stray tear that falls down your cheek, and you look away from Albus, missing the sadness in his eyes.

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[jessybarnes]

🥺🥺❤️❤️ This was so sweet. You captured so much emotion in these two paragraphs. I loved this!

𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

give me your thoughts x divider by @newlips the gif isn’t mine

warning - angst, unrequited love.

You softly smile as you enter the room, seeing Severus sleeping peacefully on his favourite chair. His favourite book lays open in his lap, and you walk over quietly, making sure not to make a sound as you grab the book gently and move it to the table beside him.

You pull out your wand and wave it, conjuring a soft black blanket over Severus’s body. You lean over and place a gentle kiss on his cheek before whispering. “I know you’ll never love me, and I’ve accepted that. But I will always love you, no matter what.” You stand, eyes scanning over his restful form before heading into your room where you rest your head against the closed door, holding back the tears that threaten to fall.

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[jessybarnes]

I see myself in the reader because I'd desperately want to tell him how I felt, but then I'd be scared of not only the rejection but also ruining the friendship. This was amazing, love ❤️

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆

give me your thoughts x divider by @newlips the gif isn’t mine.

warning - angst

Ever since you and Severus were kids, you had been in love with him. He was your sun, moon and stars. But, he fell in love with her, Lily Potter (née Evans). It was always her, even after her death. Severus was still in love with her, never noticing you, and he never would because you weren’t her. To Severus, you were his friend, someone he comes to when troubling thoughts corrupt him. Sometimes he comes to talk to you about her. All you ever hear is Lily this, Lily that. It was driving you insane because every time her name fell from his lips, your heart cracked a little bit more.

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[jessybarnes]

THE HAPPY NOISE I MADE WHEN I SAW THIS NOTIFICATION!!!!

My co-workers looked at me like I'd gone insane 😂😂

This was such a good read! I love how snarky we are to Steve. He's cute when he's confused. And the little gifts? Underneath his murderous nature, he's a hopeless romantic 😏

Seriously, babe, if I could pay you to keep thus going I would. I love this story so freaking much. You're such an amazing writer and I just can't get enough of how you write Steve. 🥰❤️

𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

this is the more extended version of my unwanted drabble, thank you to @jessybarnes for some of the ideas. I hope you all enjoy.

summary - steve tricked you before kidnapping you, leaving you locked away in the basement as you begin to mess with his mind.

warning - angst, mentions of killing, mentions of sadness, mentions of being trapped.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

“What? You want me to meow or something?” 

Steve sat there shocked, staring at you with wonder. It’s as if you had no care and weren’t freaking out like others. He stares into your eyes, seeing nothing there, and his head tilts as he looks at you. “No..?” He looks confused, wondering. “How do you feel?” 

“I don’t.” You state, turning your head back to the wall and staring at it. You miss how his eyebrows shoot up. “So… When are you going to kill me?” You pick at your nails, continuing to feel stupid for thinking someone like him would actually want you. You turn your head when you don’t hear a response and tilt your head as he stares at you, confused. “That’s why you tricked me, right? To kill me, you didn’t exactly pretend to like me, drug me, and tie me up in your basement because you’re madly in love with me, and that’s the only way you thought you could get me.” 

“You’re not afraid? Why aren’t you screaming, crying or swearing at me?” He’s so confused, getting closer to you, kneeling before you as he looks into your eyes. “Why is there nothing? You’re so empty.” 

You blink, staring at him blankly. “If you don’t mind, ‘Steve’. I would like not to talk and for you to just get to the point.” You move away from him, crawling up the bed and lying on your back as you stare at the ceiling. “I’ll be here… Waiting patiently for my death. Not like I have anywhere to go.” 

You let out a sigh when he left the room, one side of your mind begging for him to stay and the other staying quiet. You couldn’t let yourself fall for his stupid face again, and you didn’t want to beg someone to love you. You wanted that to come naturally. But you don’t think that will ever happen because… You were you, and people didn’t like what they saw.

Steve was curious, and you were like a puzzle to him. He had never met anyone so void of emotion and missed the woman he met. You seemed so happy and carefree, sure. He did notice that you were more closed off and didn’t seem to let him so close. He wanted to change that. He needed some sort of reaction, some sort of emotion. How can you be so calm during all this? Steve left you alone for a while, barely acknowledging the other women locked up, barely acknowledging his wife and kids, or the women he promised dates to. You were occupying his mind, and it was driving him crazy. He had destroyed most of the upstairs, trying anything to get you out of his head. He couldn’t take it. The look in your eyes, your words, it was all getting to him.

Steve remembered your dates and how you told him about the books you used to write. He recalled that you said it was the only thing that made you genuinely feel something, and an idea sparked. Steve gathered a notebook, some pens, and some food and water before making his way down to the basement. He knocks on the door before sliding it open and smiling at you. “I brought you something that I think you’ll enjoy.” You continue to stare at the wall, your eyes tired. Steve sighs, softly walking over and placing the items before you. “I’m trusting you with these pens, but if you do something—”

“You’ll what? Kill me?” You scoff, eyes slowly moving to connect with his. “That was already your plan, and this would make the killing go faster.” You roll your eyes, barely looking at the things he placed before you. “Did you need anything else? Because I’d rather you just hurry this along.” Your head turns again, ignoring him because what was the point of giving him any more attention? 

“Why are you behaving like this? I bought you some of the things I remember you talked about. You should at least feel happy?” Your head falls back as you let out a laugh, startling Steve, who stares at you as if you’ve grown three heads. “What? What’s so funny?!” Why wouldn’t you just submit?! Why were you so different from the others?! It bewildered Steve how you could sit so emotionless and then laugh as if he had said something funny.

“You. Do you think giving me a notebook and pens would suddenly make me happy? Did you not stop to think that you are the problem? I have already come to terms with the fact that no one will ever love me, that you only pretended so you could kidnap me and kill me. So why aren’t you killing me?! Why are you taking your sweet time?!” You snap, struggling against the chains as you stand and move toward Steve, punching his chest. “Kill me! Kill me, goddammit!” You scream, your eyes are still emotionless, yet your words hold so much power.

Steve holds your wrists, stopping you from hitting him. He stares down at you, wondering why his heart clenches like this. “No.” He moves away, needing to get out of this room and get away from you as you make his head fuzzy. He watches as you stare at him in disbelief.

“So, what… I’m not good enough to love and not good enough to kill either?” You sink back onto the bed, your eyes staring at the wall as you realise you will never be good enough for anything or anyone. Steve quickly leaves the room, going through the house, destroying more things on the way. How could you get into his head like this? No one else had done it, so why were you so different?

You sat there, staring at the untouched notebook before slowly reaching for it, and as you grabbed the pen, the words began to flow out of you and onto the page. Everything you felt deep inside was coming out through stories. Not feeling in the mood to eat or drink, you spend most of the day and night writing. As many more days pass, Steve comes in and out with more gifts and food. You continued to ignore him, not knowing how to react, waiting for him to decide when it was your time to die finally. But the day never came. You think a month had passed, but you weren’t so sure. Steve walked into your room, undoing the chains and holding out his hand. “C’mon. I’ve prepared us some dinner.” You stare at him warily before slowly standing and following him. He leads you to the kitchen and pulls out the chair for you. 

“Why am I out here?” You sit, tapping the table, watching him place the food onto the plates, not daring to touch it as Steve sits across from you. 

“I’ve come to realise something, and at first, it scared me. You’re different from the rest.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious. Do you know how confusing this is for me? You’ve taken over my mind, and I can’t focus on anything else.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry that I’ve stopped you from tricking other women into believing you love them.” Your eyes roll again, leaning back into the chair. “Do you need a tissue?” You pick up the napkin beside your plate, offering it out to him.

Steve stares at you blankly, his eye twitching as he’s stuck between wanting to strangle you and make love to you. “No, I do not need a tissue. I’m trying to tell you that I feel something for you.” He’s startled again as you laugh.

“You feel something for me?” You feel tears prick your eyes as you continue to laugh. “Oh, god. That’s probably the funniest thing I’ve heard. I think you are delusional.” You shake your head, and your laughter slowly dies down. Your eyes connect with him, and you stare. “You’ve already got me here. You don’t need to keep lying to make yourself feel better.” You continue to tap on the table. “So… When am I going to die?” 

“You aren’t. I’m keeping you alive.”

“Oh, great. Fantastic. Sounds so fun to be alive and kept locked away in a basement for the rest of my life. Good plan.” You give a little clap and throw him a fake smile. But deep down, your stomach twisted, and your heart dropped. This was worse than waiting to die. Now you would be locked away, unloved, and eventually wither away. Your expression on the outside stayed void of any emotion. 

“No, you will stay up here. With me.” 

You wished you had never even gone to that stupid market. You wished you had never believed Steve’s stupid words or smile. How could you be so stupid to believe someone would ever choose you?

You were unwanted.

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[jessybarnes]

Oh noooo 😭😭 I'm glad you're okay! I haven't done that before, but I have done the thing where you're walking downstairs and you think you're at the bottom and you like...skip a step?? If that makes sense...yeah...I've done that 😅

Omg bby are you okay???? I saw your latest post. I hope you're okay! 🥺❤️

yeah! I saw my life flash before my eyes though!

lying on my bed, and I’m close to the edge… I put my arm out thinking my bed was lower to the ground… IT WAS NOT… so I’m rolling… I’m like… AHHHH because like… imma fall but I managed to save myself😭

[jessybarnes]

OMG YOU WRITE FOR SEVERUS SNAPE?! I LOVE SNAPE 🥺❤️

Baby, I'm reading these right now 🥰

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖�� ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

೫˚🖤❀ *ૢ🥀೫˚🌑

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 ➳

summary - severus will always love lily, which meant he would never notice you.

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 ➳

summary - you were just his wife, no matter how much you love him, he will never love you back.

𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ➳

summary - you loved severus with all your heart, but sadly it was one sided.

೫˚🖤❀ *ૢ🥀೫˚🌑

[jessybarnes]

Omg, bby, this sounds AMAZING! 😍😍😍😍 I'm so excited to read this whenever you post it 🥰 Your writing is phenomenal, and I just know it's gonna be incredible. ❤️

Hi, bby 🥰 For the WIPs ask game, I am VERY interested in the best friend's older brother Sebastian Stan one 😍😍 pretty please!

hi bubs💗

okay, to be completely honest… I didn’t have much written or planned but I took some time and thought about it!💗

I’m thinking… he’s a tattoo artist and reader decides she either wants to get her first tattoo or wants to get another but is nervous because it’s a different artist!

and then she walks in and to her surprise— it’s her best friends older brother also known as her longtime crush.

maybe.. she’s a bit awkward because she’s different— gets turned on while getting tattoos and it doesn’t help that there’s an extremely good looking guy doing it.

[jessybarnes]

🥺🥺❤️❤️ But you are good, lovey! Your writing is amazing! The way you capture detail and the way you write different characters is just phenomenal to me. I absolutely love your work and I'm so grateful you like mine and am so thankful for your kind words.

Love you, bubba 🥰

Just A Taste

Title: Just A Taste

Pairing: Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1,643

Tags: Smut, angst, fluff, face riding, oral sex (female receiving), clit play, tongue fucking, kissing, crying, feelings of not being good enough, being held captive, out of character Steve, squirting, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: KINKMAS 2022

Day 1: Face Riding

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: Okay, so this was supposed to be posted on the 14th but because I received anon hate I decided to wait because I just wasn't feeling good about myself. I'm still not, but here this is anyway. I'm sorry it's bad. I know Steve is way out of character. Sorry, for my bad writing.

Steve opens the door to his cellar and heads down the stairs. His fingers wrap tightly around the key card as he exhales harshly through his nose. Today was stressful. Well, every day is, but today was even more so.

His shoes click methodically on the hard floor as he walks slowly toward your cell. The other ones are all empty except for two, but those women don't matter to him. Not in the way that you do.

You're...different.

From the day he saw you standing in line at the little deli he frequents, he was captivated by your beauty. He'd never seen someone so beautiful before in his life.

So beautiful, in fact, that he can't bring himself to use you the way he's used all of the other women he's captured. Every time he opens your cell door and sees those big, doe eyes of yours looking up at him, his stomach fills with butterflies.

Even on bad days like this, you bring a light to him that illuminates his darkness.

Steve can see you sitting cross-legged on the thin bed roll, a Cosmopolitan magazine open on your lap. You're chewing on your bottom lip, something he's noted as a habit of yours, and it makes arousal coil in his lower abdomen.

He raises the key card to unlock the door and slides it open. You look up and offer him a soft, nervous smile.

"H-Hi"

Steve smiles at the fear and innocence in your eyes. God, he loves the power he holds over you.

"Hey, sweetheart. Reading anything good?"

You look down at the magazine and move your gaze back to his. It really should disgust you that your attraction to your kidnapper outweighs your motivation to escape. There's no way he feels the same. At first, you'd thought that's why he hadn't harmed you, but now you're starting to think there's something else wrong with you.

You've been here for a long time now, and he still hasn't done what he said he do the first night he'd brought you here. Maybe you're not good enough for him now and he's just keeping you here as a prisoner because he's afraid you'll rat him out and ruin his whole operation.

Wow, I'm so undesirable not even the man who took me captive wants anything to do with me... how pathetic...

"Just the horoscope page," you say quietly.

The sadness in your tone doesn't go unnoticed and Steve realizes it's a different kind of sad. Not the kind he's used to anyway. He pushes off the doorframe and walks closer to you. His knees pop as he crouches down, his fingers tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes.

"Somethings wrong, and it isn't just because I've got you imprisoned in this room."

It isn't a question, but you know he means to ask what's bothering you. The lump in your throat rises and you're certain if you try and speak the dam inside you will break.

Your lower lip trembles and Steve brushes his thumb over it to keep it still. He watches as tears gather in your eyes and feels his heart constrict with another foreign feeling.

He's been angry before, but never this kind. This kind is new to him. This is a protective type of anger that makes his blood boil.

Steve sits down and pulls you into his lap. You curl into him as soft, quiet sobs shake your body. A deep scowl etches onto his features and even though he's the only one who's had any type of contact with you for the past two months, it still doesn't change the fact that he'd kill anyone who brought you harm.

...Oh...

That's when it dawns on him.

He's fallen for you.

Hard.

Your small voice breaks through your sobs and Steve wipes your tears away with his thumb as he looks down at you.

"Th-There's some...something wrong with m-me, isn't there?"

He shakes his head, "why would there be anything wrong with you? You're the least fucked up person in this house, Y/N."

You sniffle and adjust yourself so you're looking at him properly. He really is attractive, and you're so close to him. Close enough that you could just lean in and-

"Sweetheart?"

Your eyes fall to your lap along with your hands, the chain around your wrist jingling reminding you of where you're at. Maybe you do belong here if you're having sexual thoughts about your fucking abductor.

"Because," you sigh, "I've been in here for a long time and...and you've...well, you haven't...haven't um..."

You can't bring yourself to even say it, but Steve seems to get what you're trying to tell him. He tilts your chin back up again and for the first time in a long time, he actually looks sincere.

"You think because I haven't done to you what I've done to the others that you're not good enough?"

You nod and he swallows thickly. He's normally desensitized to seeing women cry, but with you, it's like someone's torn open a wound in the middle of his chest. He can't stand it and he can't help himself as he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips into your warm, wet mouth. He kisses you fiercely, his arms holding you tightly against him, and for a moment you actually believe he wants this...wants you.

Steve pulls away and you search his eyes for a moment before speaking up.

"I...don't...I don't understand... how come-"

He shushes you with another kiss and taps your thigh so you'll get up. He stands with you and pulls a set of keys from his pocket, the same sincere expression still on his face.

"We'll talk more later, baby. Right now, I've gotta taste you, and I need you somewhere more comfortable for that."

The look of horror on your face catches him off guard, but he quickly recovers and shakes his head, his hands cupping your cheeks tenderly.

"Oh, angel, I didn't mean it like that. I promise I'm not going to harm one hair on that pretty, little head of yours."

He pulls you flush against him, one of his large hands sliding underneath the elastic band of your sweatpants.

"What I meant was," two of his fingers apply delicious pressure on your clit making your breath hitch, "I wanna taste this sweet, little cunt, Y/N."

Heat pools in your belly at his words, and you let yourself feel the way the pads of his fingers roll over your sensitive bud. He removes them just as quickly and you let out a little whine in protest.

"Don't be impatient," he admonishes and unlocks the cuff on your wrist.

Steve leads you out of the cell and down the long hallway. You come to a set of stairs and he climbs them, unlocking the door at the top with his key card before taking you through the main part of his house. His bedroom is cozy and neat, but you don't get a chance to really look at it because, in the next second, he's practically tearing your clothes off.

"So sweet...so pretty and innocent, baby. I bet your pussy tastes like heaven."

Steve lays down on the bed and tilts his head back so he can look at you. His cock tents his pants and your mouth waters at the thought of him fucking your throat.

"Come here, princess. Come sit on my face and let me taste you."

You climb over him, your knees just above each of his shoulders. He groans and wraps his arms around your thighs as he looks up at your glistening pussy.

"Fucking soaked, baby."

He pulls you down and drags his tongue from your soaked hole to your hard clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

"Oh, fuck! Steve!"

He begins to devour you, switching from slipping his tongue inside your pussy and sucking on your sensitive nub. You start to rock your hips and whine when he holds you still.

Steve's insatiable.

He can't get enough of the way you taste, the way your dripping cunt clenches around his tongue every time he pushes it inside you. He's instantly addicted and he's determined to see how many times he can make you cum just from his mouth alone.

"Oh, my god! Fuck! Please!... Steve, I...it feels so fucking good, baby."

He lifts you up and looks up into your eyes, "ride my face, princess. Make yourself cum all over my fucking tongue."

You moan loudly and roll your hips, the sensation of his mouth on your pussy making you toss your head back in pleasure.

Your hands grip his hair and you move your cunt faster across his tongue, the spark of arousal now a full-blown inferno as you climb closer and closer to pure bliss.

Steve grips your ass and flicks his tongue faster, his name falling past your lips over and over in a desperate plea.

"Steve! Oh, God Steve! Please! Steve, you're so good...fuck, m'gonna cum you're so fucking good, baby!"

Your legs begin to shake and moments later the coil inside you snaps as you gush all over him. He growls possessively and takes everything you give him until you're too sensitive.

Steve rolls you over so you're on your back, his body caging you in.

"I'm gonna need you to do that again, baby."

Your eyes go wide, "Steve, I don't think that's possible. I'm too sensitive and-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off and kisses down your body, a smirk dancing across his lips, it's definitely possible, princess."

He kisses your clit and you suck in a sharp breath.

"And you're gonna give me as many as I want."

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