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love me that much ︖ 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒

dylan nineteen slavic slowdive blondie slut isabel marant beard matt lover stockholm stanford misandrist woke enough david bowie rain cinephile she romeo & juilet film studies sex saint laurent atheism vegan cuntiest cunt

wanna know a dirty secret︖ read ‘ 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 ’

SOUTHERN GOTHIC AUGMENTED UNIVERSE

James was supposed to be dead.

In 1945, a wounded soldier stumbled out of the Louisiana swamps and onto the porch of a woman who nursed him back to life. He promised he’d return one day, then vanished without a trace. Eighty years later, a stranger who hasn’t aged a single day arrives at the same house asking for her by name. Her granddaughter has spent her whole life hearing stories about the polite Brooklyn boy who disappeared after the war. She never expected him to come back. She definitely never expected him to still be twenty-nine.

WHERE DO YOU COME IN? You’ll read as southern!reader, or Isabelle Thibodeaux, the granddaughter of the woman who once saved James Barnes’ life. Whether you imagine yourself in her place or follow Isabelle’s story as written is entirely up to you.

SETTING? 2027 | Belle Noire, Louisiana. A sleepy bayou town where everyone knows your grandmother’s name.

WARNINGS? PTSD, discussions of war, nightmares, grief, memory loss, mentions of HYDRA, canon-typical violence, survivor’s guilt, panic attacks, smut, etc.

NOW HOW DOES THIS MAKE SENSE? Picture it as if Bucky didn’t immediately be taken by HYDRA after his fall, but somehow drugged his way to a small town, and was taken in. He disappears, though, trying to find his way back to New York. That’s where HYDRA comes in.

PLAYLIST

• Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain

• Thoroughfare by Ethel Cain

• Magnolia Blues (or another Southern folk song)

• Work Song by Hozier

• The Night We Met by Lord Huron

• If We Were Vampires by Jason Isbell

MASTERLIST:

C O M I N G S O O N

haiii všichni, strašně se omlouvám za nedostatek obsahu! nedávno jsem získala svou první modelingovou zakázku, takže jsem byla trochu zaneprázdněná. taky jsem rozhodně v trochu náročném období s klukem, se kterým se vídám, takže čekejte věci volně inspirované tím, co se teď děje v mém životě 🤫

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐏𝐓𝟐

after hooking up with chris, you assume maybe he’ll be softer on you. god, did you think wrong.

warnings ︖ degradation use of bitch hate sex soft sex extremely toxic relationship ass slapping hair pulling finger sucking rough sex manipulation morally gray chris 18+

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 hooking up with chris, you assume maybe he’ll be softer on you. god, did you think wrong. the worst part wasn’t that he ignored you afterwards. it was that he didn’t. chris still showed up whenever he wanted, acting like nothing between you had changed while simultaneously making sure you knew exactly where you stood. somewhere beneath him.

one day he’d have his hand on the back of your chair, stealing food off your plate and making everyone around you assume you were together. the next, he’d laugh when someone asked if you were dating. “her?” he’d scoff. “are you fucking serious?” and everybody would laugh because they thought he was joking. except you knew he wasn’t.

then later that night your phone would light up.

you mad?

don’t start.

you know how i am.

and somehow, somehow, you always answered.

you hated how every fight somehow ended with you apologizing for things he did. because chris never really said sorry. he just acted annoyed until you got tired of being upset.

“quit acting like i killed somebody.”

“god, you’re sensitive.”

“nobody made you stay.”

and the sick part was, he was right. nobody made you stay.

not when he disappeared for two days and came back acting irritated that you were worried. not when he flirted with girls right in front of you because “you guys weren’t official.” and especially not when he called you a bitch for crying and clingy for going quiet. and maybe you were.

tonight, though, you promised yourself things would be different. you ignored his first text. then the second. and the third.

chris

open the door.

you rolled your eyes and tossed your phone aside.

another message came in.

i can literally see your bedroom light.

your stomach dropped.

three knocks followed.

not angry, but not soft. just familiar.

you sat frozen on the edge of your bed, staring at your phone while another message appeared.

don’t do this shit tonight.

then, a minute later,

seriously?

and then,

fine.

you waited for the sound of his car starting. waited for him to leave. instead, your phone rang. you let it go to voicemail.

it rang again.

and again.

and then a text.

i’m not leaving.

another.

you wanna bitch at me? fine.

but don’t sit in there on your fucking high horse and pretend you don’t miss this dick.

you should’ve turned the light off. instead, you found yourself walking toward the front door. because no matter how many times chris broke your heart, no matter how many times he made you feel stupid for loving him, no matter how badly you wanted to hate him—

you still opened the door. and one look at his face told you immediately that he wasn’t here to apologize.

he was here because he was angry. and he was about to take that out on you in the best way.

“you gonna leave me standing out here all night?” he didn’t wait for an answer, just pushed past you into the house. you watched him run a hand through his hair, looking frustrated and gorgeous and everything you wanted to punch and kiss all at once.

"you know what your problem is?" he turned to face you, unbuttoning his jacket. "you think you're so goddamn important. that just because i fuck you sometimes, you mean something to me." he stepped closer, towering over you. "newsflash, bitch. you don't."

you laugh bitterly, leaning against the back of the couch. “that’s fucking rich, chris. i can find dick anywhere and you know it. i think you’re the one who thinks they’re fucking important.” his jaw tensed, eyes darkening. he loved that mouth. hated that mouth. "then go ahead," he challenged, closing the distance between them. "find some other dickhead to warm your bed. see if i give a fuck." his voice dropped dangerously low. “i think you give a few, chris. what are you even here for? to go back and forth with me?”

"no," he snapped, unbuckling his belt. "i'm here because i haven't fucked you in three days." he kicked off his shoes, starting to unbutton his pants. "and because you ignored my calls. and texts." your eyes widened a little bit, part of you thinking back to the first hookup, and how that gentle chris hasn’t been seen since. "don't look at me like that," he warned, pushing his pants down his hips. "you knew exactly what you were doing when you opened the door." he stepped out of his pants, standing in just his boxers and shirt. his hard dick was obvious through the fabric. "now turn around and bend over the couch."

you rolled your eyes again, but your body was already reacting to his commanding voice. you walked over to the couch and bent over it, raising your ass in the air for him. you could hear him pull his boxers down, then the sound of a condom wrapper. he was on you in seconds, slamming into your bare pussy without warning. no warning, no warm-up. he gripped your hips hard, fingers digging into your skin as he snapped his hips forward, fucking you roughly. no kisses or gentle touches. just hard, punishing thrusts designed to make you feel every inch of him. he was angry. he was horny.

he leaned over you, one hand sliding up your back to grip your hair and pull your head back. "missed this pussy," he growled into your ear, his other hand reaching around to roughly squeeze your breast. his pace was brutal, each thrust hitting deep inside you. “really?” you managed, tone laced with snark. “would’ve never guessed from the way you treat it.”

"shut up and take this dick," he groaned, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a mark. "you love this rough shit." he was right and you hated that he knew your body better than you sometimes did. each harsh thrust made your eyes roll back. "look at you," he grunted, watching your pussy swallow his cock over and over. "so fucking greedy for this dick. you mad at me or not? 'cause your pussy's soaking wet."

“fuck- chris, chris,” you whined out despite yourself. he smirked against your neck, satisfaction coursing through him at the sound of his nickname falling from your lips like that. like you were begging for him despite your earlier attitude. "what baby?" he thrust deeper, harder, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. "you need this?"

you groaned, arm snaking behind you back to tap his bicep. you wanted him to act like he didn’t hate you for five minutes and fuck you nice. he slowed his thrusts, releasing your hair to wrap his arms around you instead. he kissed your neck gently, continuing to push inside you slowly. "like that?" he whispered against your neck, sucking softly on your skin. "you wanna be fucked all sweet now?" he could feel you melting into him, your pussy softening and gripping him tightly with each slow thrust. he spread your ass cheeks wider, watching his thick length disappear inside you over and over. he pushed deep, then pulled back, dragging his tip against your sensitive clit with each motion. it would always puzzle you how he could switch like that.

he kept the pace slow, torturously slow, his fingers playing with your clit as he hit that deep spot inside you. his kisses moved from your neck to your shoulders, gentle and almost loving. his other hand moved up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple.

"you're so fucking pretty when you're not being a bitch," he murmured against your skin, his pace picking up slightly but still staying gentle. "your pussy's like heaven right now. so tight, so wet." he squeezed your breast harder, pulling your nipple between his fingers. you let out a moan, pushing back against him

he smiled against your neck, his thrusts becoming more forceful but still not as hard as before. he loved when you pushed back against him like that, like you couldn't get enough of his dick. he spread his legs wider, going deeper inside you with each push. "that's it,"

"take this dick nice and slow," he whispered, his fingers twisting your hair gently to pull your head back further. "keep pushing that fat ass back against me." he groaned loudly when you did just that, his hips snapping forward hard enough to hit that spot inside you repeatedly. "fuck, you feel so good like this," he groaned, one hand moving from your breast to your mouth. "open up, baby." he slid two fingers past your lips, making you suck on them while he continued to fuck you slowly from behind.

he groaned low in his throat, feeling that familiar pressure build. "gonna fill you up," he warned, though he knew he was already wearing a condom. the words were for show, to watch you shiver underneath him. his thrusts became erratic, chasing his orgasm while still being gentle with you. "you gonna take it?"

you let out a whiny ‘yes’, drooling on the edge of the couch. "fuck," he hissed, the sight of you drooling and whining for his dick pushing him over the edge. he buried himself deep inside you, his hips stuttering as he came hard in the condom. "take it baby,"

he stayed buried inside you, his fingers still in your mouth as he caught his breath. after a moment, he slowly pulled out, making sure the condom was secure before tossing it aside. he gently turned you around, lifting you up to sit on the arm of the couch. he pushed your legs apart, stepping between them. his hands went to your face, tilting your chin up so he could look at you. his expression was soft, post-coital bliss making his features gentle. "you good?" he asked quietly, thumbs brushing your cheeks.

you said something unintelligible, mind too fuzzy. your head fell forwards, buried into his chest and letting out a small ‘i love you.’

he went completely still at the mumbled words, heart clenching tightly in his chest. he knew you didn't mean to say it, knew it was just a post-orgasm brain dump, but hearing those three words from your mouth made something inside him shift. his hands moved from your face to your waist, holding you gently as he let out a slow breath. instead of pulling away or making a joke like he normally would've, he simply wrapped his arms around you and held you close. "come on," he murmured softly.

he lifted you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carried you to the bedroom. he laid you down gently on the bed, climbing in beside you and pulling the covers over both of you. and this? this was the turning point.

𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: not proofread & ts took me foreva

giddy up 𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

when bucky asks to try something new, you expected bondage or maybe a headlock. what you didn’t expect was bucky wanting you to take the lead. (it doesn’t last long.)

warnings ︖ 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟖+

bucky barnes has a reputation, even in your relationship. he’s always the one with a plan, always the one making decisions, always the steady hand guiding things. you joke that dating bucky is like dating a very affectionate drill sergeant. he’s bigger, stronger, older in every sense of the word, and you’ve long accepted that letting bucky take charge is just part of loving him.

so when he shyly asks if the two of you can “try something different,” your imagination immediately spirals. something adventurous. something complicated.

instead, bucky’s request catches you completely off guard. he wants you to take the lead. and out of the 8 months you’ve been dating, he’s refused to let you be on top.

but because after decades of carrying everyone else, making impossible decisions, and feeling like he always has to be in control, he’s curious what it would feel like to let someone he trusts hold the reins for once.

the problem?

you’re terrible at being in charge.

bucky is six feet of muscle and old-fashioned manners who blushes when you compliment him too much. meanwhile, you’re overthinking every little thing because you’re terrified of doing something wrong. the first attempt is awkward. the second is interrupted when you accidentally burst out laughing because bucky, who once fought aliens, gets embarrassingly flustered when he’s the one being fussed over. he watches you carefully. he's trying really hard not to take over. he knows this is about trust. trusting you to lead. trusting himself to follow. he swallows hard when you laugh. he knows he's not good at this. he's not used to being led.

you take a deep breath, moving to straddle his hips. you’re both fully clothed, but decided maybe dry humping would open a few doors. his hands hover uncertainly at your sides. he's not sure where to put them. he's used to gripping your hips, your waist, your ass. but right now, he's trying to follow your lead. so his hands just hover there, fingers twitching with the urge to grab on.

"okay?" he asks quietly, voice rougher than usual, looking up at you with those too-blue eyes. he's letting you be in charge. and you can see how much effort it's taking him not to take over. not to guide your hips. not to set the pace. "you want me to grind on you?" you ask, testing the waters. "yes?" he says, like a question. because he's not used to you checking in like this. you're usually the one getting directed, getting told what feels good.

you start grinding slowly, testing the way it feels. your clit presses against his hard bulge through both sets of clothes. you bite your lip, watching bucky's face carefully. his eyes are glassy, his breath is shallow, but he's still not touching you. his jaw tightens. he's getting hard. he can feel you moving against him. he's not used to this. he's used to being the one moving. the one taking. he's used to pulling you against him. pushing you down on him. he's used to being in control.

you grind down harder, pressing your lips together to keep from moaning. bucky's face twitches, his nostrils flaring. his hands curl into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white. "fuck," he grits out, eyes squeezing shut. you lean forward, pressing your hands against his chest. you feel his heart pounding beneath your palms. you grind your hips harder, feeling his dick swell against you.

you suddenly stop moving. bucky's eyes fly open, his breath coming in harsh pants. he looks up at you, confused and desperate. "don't... don't stop," he pleads, voice breaking. his control is hanging by a thread. "please..." you freeze, a little bit confused by his uncharacteristic begging before bouncing back.

you suddenly start moving again, faster this time. bucky's eyes roll back slightly, a low groan escaping him. his hands twitch at his sides, like he's physically restraining himself from touching you. "fuck, fuck," he chants softly, hips lifting slightly to meet your movements. “take, fuck- take it out,” you all but demand, pawing at his chest.

he looks at you with complete surprise, like he can't believe you're telling him what to do. then he realizes what you want and his brain short-circuits. he shoves his pants down, freeing his hard dick. no underwear today. you immediately grind down on his bare dick, feeling it slide against your underwear. bucky lets out a strangled sound, eyes locking onto yours. his hands hover uncertainly over your hips, squeezing the air like he wishes it was your flesh. "shit, shit, shit,"

you lean back, bracing your hands on his thighs behind you. you start rolling your hips, using his dick to rub your clit through your underwear. bucky's eyes are glued to the sight, mouth hanging open slightly. his hands are still hovering, like he's waiting for permission to touch you. “you look so-" he stops himself. he's not supposed to be describing things. you're supposed to be in charge. you grab his hovering hands and slam them down on your hips. "touch me," you order, voice shaky but firm. his fingers immediately dig into your skin, like he's been holding back for years. "fuck,"

his hands move of their own accord now. one stays on your hip, pulling you down harder against his dick. the other moves to your ass, squeezing and spreading your cheeks apart so he can feel you better through your underwear. his hips start lifting to meet your movements. “more,"

i’m you shakily reach down, tugging your panties to the side. his breath catches audibly. he watches you expose yourself to him. he sees your wet pussy, the way your folds are puffy and swollen. his mouth waters. his dick twitches against your opening. he wants to thrust up and fill you, but he waits.

you rub your wetness against his bare dick head, coating him with your arousal. bucky throws his head back and groans loudly. his hands tighten on your hips possessively. one hand slides down to grip your ass cheek firmly, pulling you apart again. "stop fucking teasing me,"

you slap his cheek, “who’s on top?” he pouts at the light but prominent contact. “you are.” he says with a heavy breath. he swallows hard, hands moving back to your hips but not taking control. he's waiting for you to make the next move. his dick is throbbing between your spread legs, dripping with your wetness. "please... sit on it," he begs softly, breaking his own rules.

you feel a little jolt of power go through you. bucky barnes is begging. you've had him under you before, but never begged quite like this. never let you lead. never looked at you with such raw, needy desperation. you position yourself just right, his head brushing against your entrance. you look down at him, watching his face contort with want.

he's staring up at you, eyes wide and pleading. his mouth is open, breathing heavy. his tongue flicks out to wet his lips. "come on... sit down..." his hips twitch, trying to lift up and push inside you. "please," he begs again. you slowly lower yourself onto him. you're so wet that he slides in easily. but you're also tight, and he's thick. so it burns a little as he stretches you open. you bite your lip against the sensation, hands flying to his chest for support.

ohis face screws up in pleasure as you take him inside. he grips your hips tightly, fingers digging in as you sink lower and lower. when you finally bottom out, his dick buried deep inside you, he lets out a shaky breath. "oh fuck... fuck...” he resists the urge to thrust up into you, waiting for you to set the pace. his hands move to your ass, spreading your cheeks and squeezing as he holds you down on him, feeling you pulse around his dick. "move... fuck, move on me," he urges hoarsely.

you start moving, lifting up and down slowly. you watch his face as you do, seeing the way his eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens slightly. he's so handsome like this, desperate and out of breath. you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest and grinding down on him. his eyes roll back as you lean forward and grind down harder. he can feel your tits pressing against his chest, your hands squeezing him possessively. he loves this view - you towering over him, riding him like he's your own personal fuck toy. "yes...” he hisses.

you start bouncing on him, using his chest for leverage. he watches your tits bounce with each movement, the sight making his mouth water. he lifts his head, catching one nipple between his teeth and biting down gently. his hands slide up to your back, holding you in place as he sucks. you yelp at the sudden bite of pain, arching your back. your hands fly to his hair, gripping tightly as he sucks hard on your nipple. you keep bouncing on him, using the new angle to take him even deeper. he releases your nipple with a pop, only to start kissing and biting his way up to your neck.

his breathing is ragged against your throat now. his hips start moving up to meet yours, thrusting into you from below. he can't help himself anymore. his control snapped the second you bounced on him. “can't— can't just—" he gasps between thrusts, his mechanical arm wrapping around your waist to hold you down on him. he starts fucking you in earnest now, his real arm joining the mechanical one to hold you in place as he pounds into you from below. his face is buried in your neck, his open mouth sucking bruises into your skin.

your arms are wrapped around his neck, holding onto him tightly as he fucks you hard. you can feel every ridge and vein of his dick as he thrusts into you. you're so wet that it's dripping down onto his stomach. the sound of his hips hitting yours fills the room.

he suddenly stops moving, his dick buried deep inside you. he looks up at you with a determined expression, his arms still holding you tightly. "turn over," he demands suddenly, his voice hoarse and commanding. "i need to be on top now." his hips twitch inside you.

you whimper at the demand, immediately understanding his need to take control. you lift off his dick with a wet sound and quickly turn over onto your hands and knees. before you can adjust, he's gripping your hips and slamming back inside you from behind.

he starts pounding into you immediately, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. his mechanical hand reaches around to grip your throat, pulling you up so your back is against his chest. his other hand moves down to toy with your clit. "fuck, so tight," he grunts in your ear. you whimper and moan, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. you can feel his thick dick stretching you open with each thrust. his hand around your throat is squeezing just enough to make you see stars.

his thrusts become more erratic as he feels you squeezing around him. his mechanical hand tightens on your throat, cutting off your breath. his real hand works your clit faster, applying more pressure. he's fucking you so hard the headboard is hitting the wall with a thudding noise. he leans over you more, practically folding you in half as he fucks you from behind. his broad chest is plastered against your back, his heavy breathing ghosting over your shoulder. he's so big that he's practically swallowing you whole with each snap of his hips.

you feel his dick twitch, knowing his heavy load is on the way. his eyes roll back as he feels his orgasm building. his hand on your throat tightens even more, his fingers digging into your clit roughly. he buries his face in your neck, biting down as he starts to come. “fuck— fuck— i’m gonna fill you up,”

he slams into you one last time, his dick pulsing as he comes hard. you can feel his hot seed flooding your insides, coating your walls. his hips spasm against your ass as he empties himself completely. his mechanical arm wraps around your stomach, holding you in place as he keeps you full of his cum. “i…what…what happened to me being on top?” you breathe out, tapping at his bicep.

he huffs out a laugh, still buried deep inside you, still coming a little. his hand finally releases your throat, moving to gently rub where his fingers dug in. "you felt too good bouncing on my dick. had to take over, doll."

he slowly pulls out of you, his softening dick slipping out with a wet sound. a flood of his cum follows, spilling out of your well-used pussy and onto the bed below. he collapses next to you, pulling you into his side and throwing a heavy leg over your hips.

heeeello anon!! thanks for the request! enjoy ;)

𝑰𝑻 was around six in the morning. the sun wasn’t apparent through the thick, black out curtains that adorned matt’s room, but the early cry of the birds made it obvious what the time was. matt groaned as he started to stir, snuggling his face father into the crook of your neck from behind. you (feeling the slight tickle of his hair) let out a sleepy noise, accidentally pushing back against him. and of course, matt squeaked out a whimper, his already sensitive morning wood throbbing. “babyyyy,” he whispered, trying to rouse you from sleep. you yawned, eyes finally opening and adjusting to the light. matt pushed up a bit against you, hoping you could feel him since he was too embarrassed to speak it out loud. you shift, blindly moving your hand behind you to his crotch. he sighed, head falling back against your shoulder.

his breath hitched as your fingers brushed against him through his boxers, a soft whine escaping his throat. he was already straining against the fabric, needy and aching from sleep. "fuck, baby..." he murmured, his voice thick and gravelly with morning want. he gently guided your hand to wrap around his length, pressing his hips forward into your palm.

he let out a soft noise between a whimper and a whine, his fingers threading through yours to keep your hand in place. "please, baby... just a little..." he whispered, his hips moving again, dry humping your hand through his boxers. you groan, feigning annoyance but turn to face him anyways.

his eyes widened slightly, hope flickering in them as he rolled onto his back, still pressed close. his boxers were tented obscenely, the thin fabric barely containing him. "sorry," he breathed, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. he was already reaching for the waistband, pulling it down just enough to free himself.

his dick bobbed up, hard and already leaking precome. he bit his lip, looking up at you with those big, hopeful eyes. "can you...?" he trailed off, gesturing weakly with his hand. he didn't even need to finish the sentence. you knew what he wanted. you giggled a little at him, finding his flustered nature adorable. you think for a few seconds, before deciding to give him a little treat, moving to straddle him.

a soft gasp slipped from his lips as you positioned yourself above him, his hands immediately finding your hips. "baby, you don't have to—" he started, but his protest died in his throat as you lowered yourself, your hand wrapping around his shaft. the tip pressed against your entrance, and his back arched slightly, eyes squeezing shut. "f-fuck."

you sank down slowly, his girth stretching you perfectly as his head fell back against the pillow. "oh my god," he whimpered, fingers digging into your hips. he was already trembling, close to losing it. "you’re so fucking tight, baby... i’m not gonna last..." his hips lifted off the bed, fucking up into you shallowly. "please don't stop..."

he watched with hooded eyes as you started to move, his hands sliding up your sides to palm your tits through your shirt. "mmph, yeaaaah... just like that..." he thrust up to meet you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. his jaw dropped, head falling back into the pillows as you began to bounce on him. "holy shit," he choked out, his grip on your hips tightening. his thumb came up to rub frantic circles over your clit, desperate to make you feel good while he chased his own high. "so fucking pretty... taking it so well."

his words made you wetter, your walls clenching around him as you picked up the pace. he cried out, his whole body tensing. "baby, i'm close—i'm so close—" his hips jackknifed off the bed, fucking up into you hard and shallow. "can i—can i please cum? please let me cum, baby..." you moan out, “fuuuck, matt, what have i told you about cumming inside?” you tried to scold, but you couldn’t hold a tone.

he let out a desperate, whine-like moan at your scolding, his hips stuttering against yours. "i know, i know. but you feel so fucking good," he whined, voice cracking with need. his hips bucked up uncontrollably, chasing his release despite your warning. "please... just this once? i'll be good, i promise,” he babbled. once he started pistoning his hips up, your mind pretty much went blank. “matt, just- just this once, okay? i will- i’m- ah, fuck,”

he didn't need to be told twice. "thank you, thank you, baby,” he practically sobbed, his grip on your hips becoming bruising as he slammed up into you. he was fucking you relentless now, chasing his high with desperate abandon. "i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna fill you up, fuck,” you felt him thicken inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic. he cried out, head thrown back, eyes squeezing shut as he came with a strangled groan. you felt the hot rush of him spilling inside you, and your own climax crashed over you hard. "matt—!" you cried out, your walls clamping down around his twitching cock.

he collapsed back against the bed, completely spent, his body twitching with aftershocks as he tried to catch his breath. "holy fuck..." he cursed for the umpteenth time, his hands sliding up to your waist as he looked up at you with a dazed, satisfied smile. "Sorry," he breathed, but he wasn't really sorry at all. "i couldn't help it... you felt so good riding me like that." his thumb found your clit again, rubbing lazy circles as his cock started to soften inside you. "your turn now," he murmured, a new determination in his eyes despite just coming. "let me return the favor, yeah?"

he carefully shifted you off him, his cum leaking out of you. he ignored your protest and positioned himself between your legs, spreading them wide open. he looked at your pussy like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever seen - all wet and swollen and messy from him coming inside you. "baby," he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before swirling his tongue along your slick folds. he groaned at the taste of himself mixed with your sweetness. "you taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your wetness, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. his fingers spread you open, exposing your swollen clit to his hungry mouth.

you took in a sharp inhale, hips twitching up briefly. he hummed against your clit, feeling your hips jerk upward. his tongue flicked over your nub teasingly before sucking it into his warm mouth. "that’s it, baby... just relax for me," he murmured against your sensitive flesh, swirling his tongue in slow, deliberate circles. his fingers pressed inside your slick entrance, curling against that spot that made your toes curl.

his slender fingers started moving in rhythm with his tongue, fucking in and out of your pussy as he sucked and licked your clit. your hips rolled against his face, fucking back against his fingers. he moaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. "so close already?" he teased, pulling back just long enough to glance up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. "yeah? you gonna come on my face, baby? show me how good you feel?" he didn't wait for an answer, diving back in hungrily, his tongue working your clit while he added a third finger, stretching you perfectly.

your back arched off the bed, a broken moan escaping your lips as he hit that spot inside you. "fuck, matt—" you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair desperately. he hummed against your clit, feeling your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm built. he swirled his tongue faster, determined to push you over the edge right onto his face. with a final, desperate flick of his tongue against your clit, he felt your pussy clamp down hard on his fingers, your wetness flooding his mouth. "theeeere it is,”

you rubbed your eyes a bit, already sleepier after this. he chuckled softly, watching you rub your sleepy eyes as the post-orgasm haze settled over you. gently taking your hand from your face, he pressed a tender kiss to your knuckles. "come here, sleepy girl," he murmured, pulling you against his chest as he settled back against the pillows. his hand rubbed soothing circles on your hip, already drifting off himself.

ILYSM UR A GENIUS WHEN IS THE PART 2

anytime you're free, thank you.