cinnamon girl

"Don't don't you fuckin' get it? Huh?", your boyfriend, Rafe, yells in your face. You flinch violently, letting your hair fall and hide you from your boyfriend's rage.

He, however, does not allow you to lock into yourself, and his fingers wrap around the bone of your jaw, holding your head in place and your eyes fixed on his. "I can't live without you. I'll fuckin' end it, o-okay?", his voice breaks, this chilling threat pulling successfully at your heart strings.

"Don't leave me, plea ", his voice breaks again as tears start to roll down his cheeks, flushed from the rollercoaster of emotions running through him. Rafe releases your face, and only when the lights of the chandelier above you catch the wetness on his fingers, do you realise you are crying, tears resting on your cheek and on the skin of his hand.

"Shit, oh fuck", he mutters, as he presses the knuckles of his thumbs against his eyes, hiding his wet orbs from you, his tears dropping on top of the wetness your tears had left on his hand, creating yet another bond between the two of you.

"Rafe ", you whisper, fingers grazing his back. Usually, when he was upset, he loathed when you touched him, but this time he does not slap your hand away. "I'm...I won't leave". Seeing him like this is like watching a little hurt child. You suffer, yes, but you cannot stand seeing him suffer.

Your words are final. You feel defeated, part of you hating him with burning passion, hating how he makes you feel so...infant, so powerless, hating how badly he hurts you, but the part of you that loves this derranged man wins.

Roommate!Bucky who apologises. "Shoot--sorry, angel...didn't mean to." He absolutely did mean to. Who tells you, oh so concerned, to go take a shower. That you'll feel better once you're all nice and clean.

Roommate!Bucky who, once the water starts running, palms his bulge through his sweatpants. Who walks in your room—hand still on his cock, the image of the wet, transparent fabric clinging to your breasts still in his mind.

Roommate!Bucky who looks for your worn panties in the pile of clothes near your bed. The grey one with the black bows on it. The one he knew you were wearing because he saw them peeking out when you leaned down.

Roommate!Bucky who immediately brings them up to his face, breathing in your scent. Who licks a long stripe up the fabric, tasting whatever he could of your essence while getting rid of his sweatpants and boxers to free his throbbing cock.

Roommate!Bucky who falls down on your bed, panties held tight to his face as he starts stroking his cock; who's head falls back as he chokes on a moan, your soft pillows muffling any sounds that threatened to escape.

Roommate!Bucky who imagines his cock in between your breasts, how he'd play with your nipples— twist and pull at them as he'd thrust up and down.

Roommate!Bucky who knew, right when the water turned off that he had 10 minutes, give or take, before you came back. 10 minutes of you lathering up your soft body in those sweet lotions and oils, your hands caressing and massaging them in. Who wishes it was his hands instead.

Roommate!Bucky who stops stroking his cock, turns and looks at the little wooden nightstand. The nights he spent hearing your panting and whimpering over the consistent little buzz meant only one thing.

Roommate!Bucky who held the purple vibrator in his hands—comically small in his huge hands. Who grins, as if he's found a treasure, biting his lip as he brings it up to his mouth for a taste.

Roommate!Bucky who sucks on the blunt silicone end, tiny, gentle kitten licks. It touched your precious little clit, brought you orgasms—was soaked in your juices as you writhed and thrashed around on the bedsheets like a pathetic slut, and god...he just wanted a taste of it.

Roommate!Bucky who turns the toy on. A bzzzz bzzzz! filling the room. Who encloses it completely in his fist, feeling the vibrations travel through his body.

Roommate!Bucky who smirks at the thought of you getting off with something as small as this. Did you know just how fucking massive he is? Would you even be able to take all of him?

Roommate!Bucky who drags the buzzing vibrator across his chest, lingering on one nipple. Interesting...

Roommate!Bucky who keeps going, down and down and down till he reaches where his cock stands proud and leaking and blushing a shade so red it looked like it hurt. And it did. It hurt so fucking bad for him to not be inside of you.

Roommate!Bucky who presses the toy to his cockhead, his hips immediately jerking off the bed at the sudden, intense sensation.

"Fucking shi—"

Roommate!Bucky who does it gently this time, just a whisper of a touch, getting used to the strange feeling of the vibrations.

Roommate!Bucky who feels brave now. Slow, controlled circles teasing at his slit, each dribble of precum that leaks out making each pass easier than the last.

Roommate!Bucky who drags your vibrator up and down his cock, the waves travelling deep and reaching something he didn't even knew existed. He'd never felt anything like it before.

Roommate!Bucky who believes this is technically a pussy job. It rubbed at your pussy, and it's rubbing at his cock. A pussy job at it's finest.

Roommate!Bucky who cums so fucking hard at the thought of your pussy touching his cock. At the way the vibrations never seemed to stop hitting just right. At the way you were now almost done with your after shower-ly routines and about to enter the room in a minute and a half.

Roommate!Bucky who leaves the cum soaked vibrator underneath your pillow. A little extra lube never hurt anyone, right?

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The sight in front of you was beautifully wicked. You, naked and spread on Rafe’s lap, and him fully clothed, a cigarette dangling from his bleeding lips, nursing a drink in one hand, the other holding your jaw in a grip that bothered on painful.

Your eyes drifted to the lit cigarette, the glowing ember dangerously close to your thigh. You squirm, trying to get away, but he just chuckles, finding your poor attempt at escape pathetic.

“Rafe, please…”

His eyes lock onto yours through the mirror, and he shows them pearly whites, mocking you without ever saying a single word.

“Please what?”

“It's gonna hurt me,” you whimper, voice broken and desperate.

“Is it? I bet you won’t like that,” his eyes were dark now. He didn't look like himself, lost in whatever world he claims his own.

He moves the cigarette closer to your skin, draping you in a warmth you never asked for. Scared he'd hurt you, you grab his hand in a weak attempt to stop him, hoping this would bring him back to his senses.

This seemed to work, as he huffs out a laugh, before leaning in to place soft pecks to the side of your neck. You barely had time to calm your rushing heart, thankful he shifted his hand away, when a sharp, excruciating pain filled your nerves.

Your screams were muffled by his huge palm, and you could feel his grin against your skin. He pouts as he looks at your pained features through the reflection, the tears streaming down your face, the mark on your neck that screamed his name.

“Bite back, baby. Make me feel something again.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬: @sassandscribbles @highonmarvel

"I didn't understand today's lecture..."

"Why? Professor Adler not teaching you right?" He asks with casual ease, as if his fingers weren't inching closer and closer to your bare, dripping pussy.

It was a rule— you want him to teach you, you take off your panties. Simple. Just like all things were for him.

“I— I never understood a single word he said,” you whisper, guilt underlining each word, “because... you sent me your picture.”

You could feel his grin on your skin, shameless and proud, “You're so dumb, baby. One picture and all you could think about was my cock. You're such a filthy slut under all that good girl guise, yeah?”

He lands a quick smack to your cunt, the wet sound echoing in his dorm room. You cry out his name, clutching onto his thick forearm as he soothes the stinging burn with his fingers rubbing soft circles on your throbbing clit.

“My poor, dumb baby loses every thought when she's horny for me, right?”

His words made you burn with shame. As much as you prided yourself for being good, Steve always succeeded to bring out this side in you, the damned side you didn't even know existed.

“Now, why don't you go ahead and read your notes?"

You nod, leaning forward to grab the notes he made you write last week, but couldn't possibly read a single word as he pinches your clit between his fingers, chuckling when you yelp in pain, your body writing to get away from his hold.

“Tsk-tsk… don't move around too much, we haven't got all day.”

Another slap to your pussy. This one much sharper than the last, making your pussy drip down his lap, staining the faded denim.

Not that he'd mind wearing the wetness all day long, showing everyone just how perfect he was even when he was a mess.

“Steve! Please….”

“You beg so pretty, sweetheart. Might just let you suck my cock after you get your questions right…”

  𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬:@ornateglass @epiphanyrogers @sassandscribbles @buckybunni @eterna1reverie @juniebjonesin @pinksplace @sheriff-bodecker @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @blobfishlol @sleepy-k0i @angelryex @stargazingfangirl18 @laufeysonbarnes3000 @blue-eyes-in-august @buckybarneswife08 @elliestwoleftfingerss @swimmingnightcolor @thatisamericas-ass @highonmarvel

You were a virgin before dating Rafe. Sex never really was your interest, so he taught you everything you needed to know, he opened this horizon for you. It started normal, at first, with him talking you through it, preparing you beforehand, pampering you with kisses, even though he was rough with his thrusts, then, he opened up to you about edging, restraining, things you knew boys like him watched on their computers late at night.

You were quite skeptical, but then, knowing he takes care of you, and enjoying sex with him, you thought what is the harm in it. You ended up liking his ministrations, maybe Rafe's plan of turning you into his perfect doll for his desires was working, maybe it was your desire of being a good girlfriend for him. But, when he mentioned CNC, you freaked out. It sounded bad, scary at first, so Rafe explained that it's just the normal sex you two had, but in a forest or in the marsh. Wild. Sexy.

You trusted him, and you wanted Rafe to be pleased by you, so, with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you nodded your head at his suggestion.

That is how you ended up bolting through the willows, heavy breath and wild hair. You hated it already, not knowing where Rafe was, you were sweating and didn't feel sexy or hot at all. Quite the opposite.

When his hand fisted into your hair from behind, you whimpered.

Your back hit his rock-hard chest as he wrapped his bicep around your throat.

"R-Rafe...'m not sure I wa-want this anymore", you choked, exhaling, somehow relieved that this uncomfortable experience would end.

Rafe, however, did not bulge. For three uncomfortable seconds, even his breath steadied, then, he curled his bicep, tightening the chokehold, and pushed your face into the trunk of a three.

You whined, trying to elbow him, but were frozen in place when you felt his hardness poke at you. How could your boyfriend be turned on by you in this state?

Your cheeks were soaked with tears and sweat and your glossy lips with snot and hair sticked to them. But, apparently, Rafe liked that so much, that he fucked you.

Did not stop when you whispered him to stop, did not stop when you cried out in pain, did not stop as you tried to squeeze him out, he was relentless. "You're doin' so good f'me", he praised in your ear. "Be still, don't you want this to be finished quickly?"

When he finally came, you felt your whole body going numb and collapsing in the mud. He pampered you with kisses and pecks, just as he did everytime, except this time, you tried to pull away and cry until no tears would be left.

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