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taexoxosgf · 4 months

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THIS DECEMBER

PAIRING park jisung x fem!reader | ft. friendgroup!nct dream

WORDS 5k

SYNOPSIS Your horny friends try to pull a little prank on you in the days leading up to Christmas. One thing Park Jisung likes to remind them is: he totally doesn’t want any part in it. Except, he totally does.

WARNINGS smut, ANGST, fluff, lots of dialogue, vag fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, vanilla vanilla vanilla, they're in love basically

NOTES I have to admit, this isn’t my best work lolllllll. though this was supposed to be posted on christmas, this can be my new years gift! 2024 here we come babyyy

★ Part of A Dreamy Christmas Collab!

“Why don’t we all be her secret Santa?”

“What are you talking about?” Jaemin chuckles, eyes dancing as he seems intrigued by the idea. But what pervades his mind was nothing like what Donghyuck was about to propose.

“Think about it…” he trails. “She used to say, if it’s an SOS, and we need help in that department,” he points to his crotch– “She would help us out.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” Jisung rolls his eyes when he catches on to Hyuck’s sudden idea.

“So you’re saying we all get her a present?” Chenle asks.

“Yes… But we all have to give her the same… present,” he walks between each of the men like a devil hovering over their shoulders.

“Hyuck, just get to the point,” Jeno huffs.

“Okay, bu–”

“No ‘buts!’ Get to your point,” Renjun groans.

“The gift we’re giving her can’t be put into a shitty little box.”

“Oh my god, NO!” Mark whines.

“What’s so wrong with a little fun?”

“Are you seriously suggesting an… orgy?”

“No, you idiot,” Hyuck pinches his nose bridge. “Let’s all give her our present one by one leading up to Christmas… Like an advent calendar,” he shrugs, unable to hide the pride beaming off of him from the simile.

“So you’re suggesting we all have sex with her in the days leading up to Christmas? Am I hearing this right?” Jaemin intervenes once more, orbs gleaming with interest.

“Ding Ding! We have a winner!”

“Jisung’s right. You’ve gone insane,” Renjun fully laughs.

“You know I’m insane, and that’s why we have fun. But you know what? Let’s make this more interesting… When we tell her after Christmas, the person who she says is her best fuck, get’s her secret Santa present,” Hyuck smirks. “You know she goes all out.”

“I’m in, but it might be hard for Mark because he’s actually in love with her,” Jaemin turns his body towards his friend who avoids eye contact before offering a retort.

“Why just me? You guys are all in love with her!” His claim is met with a group of huffs and groans.

“How do you know she’ll even agree to this?” Jeno points out, earning a nod from the others.

“She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to. If she does, then great! Amazing even! But if she doesn’t, then man, I feel kinda bad because we all got a thing for her.” Hyuck accepts the facts of the predicament. “Hopefully we can laugh about this on New Years.”

“I don’t. I guess I’m the only one,” the youngest of the group speaks out but it’s not taken seriously by his older friends as a fit of laughter echoes within the small space.

Hyuck’s the first one to speak– placing a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, “You’re the worst out of all of us.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You guys always bicker and talk shit but I know all you want to do is rip each other’s clothes off,” Jeno jumps in. “Nice try though. I almost believed it.”

“I’m not! She’s annoying as hell!”

“So annoying you want to fuck it out of her, right?” Jaemin joins.

“You guys are jumping me right now, I’m leaving,” Jisung excuses himself earning a look of victory from his friends.

“Wait! So you agree to it, right? Jisung?! Hello?” Chenle and Renjun yell out in unison, but the only reply heard is the slam of a door.

“You’re serious about this Hyuck?” Mark asks one last time.

“No, but this is just so those two kids will finally admit they’re down bad for each other. I think this will be their breaking point.”

“Damn,” all the other boys yell in unison.

“I know right? Someone needs to hire me for something! I don’t know for what, but something!” he crosses his arms to bask in his actions.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mark laughs at his friend. “You’re so dumb.”

“Just wait and see. He won’t make it to Christmas…”

Everyone is being… weird.

On the very first day of December, you and all your friends come together to pick a name out of a jar. The game of Secret Santa is an annual tradition you love partaking in. But once the weather dropped thirty degrees, all the boys started acting shady. They were canceling plans with you on purpose, avoiding eye contact when you spoke to any one of them, and just running away the first chance they got. It was easy to get mad, even call them out for it, but the replies would always be the same– that there was nothing wrong or they were just tired.

And you’re not going to lie, it was starting to make your skin crawl. The sudden shift in dynamic between you and the boys has you wondering if you did something wrong. But if they were trying to pull something, then they had another thing coming. It was frustrating, trying to shake it out of them in every way possible, but no one would budge.

December eighth rolls around and you know everyone is free today because you all collectively promised Sunghoon that every year until the day you die, this day will always be open for him. It’s always an annual trip to the snowy mountains– a secluded cabin and powdery snow that’s fit for snowboarding. Surprisingly, but not so surprisingly, everyone’s busy up until the car ride to the cabin.

Their persistent avoidance, even for an event like this, just pulls on the strings even harder.

You’re leaning against the island of the kitchen, glaring into their souls from across the room as the music's bass reverberates throughout the warm cabin; and the bitter liquid in your plastic cup disappears like water down a drain.

“Why are you standing here all by yourself?”

You turn to the voice, sporting a grin once you realize who it is. “Hey, birthday boy. Just glaring at the boys. Don’t know if they notice though,” you squint a little harder, hoping they’ll finally notice.

Sunghoon’s orbs follow the seven of them scattered around the living room. “They notice alright. I’m sure they’ll come crawling back when they realize you don’t play.”

“Oh, they know I don’t. But they’re still gonna try anyway,” you let out a heavy sigh. “I just wish I knew what they’re up to. It’s killing me.”

“Just ask Jisung.”

“Why Jisung?” The mention of your friend’s name causes the subject of your orbs to shift to him, but he’s already looking your way. When you make eye contact, he hurriedly glances away, confirming the suspicion that something’s up.

“I feel like whatever they’re planning, he’s telling them he doesn’t want to do it.”

“Why is that so detailed? Do you know what they’re up to? Spill right now!”

Sunghoon shakes his head in denial, raising the cup to his lips before responding. “Nah, you guys are always going at it. That’s all. It’s just a hunch.”

“Fine, maybe I will. But I was gonna do it anyway.”

You’re already making your way towards Jisung when Sunghoon blurbs out. “If it doesn’t work, I’m always available.”

“You wish, Park.” But you stop in your tracks. “Wait, what?”

Sunghoon walks off in a hurry, “Nothing! Had to try at least once!”

Rolling your eyes at the birthday boy, you finally make your way to your destination but all seven of your friends go completely mute once you reach it. There’s not a sound emitting from them, and it practically forces smoke out of your ears.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Jeno murmurs.

“You guys have been ignoring me ever since December started! Spill your evil plans right now!”

“Nothing’s going on,” Chenle adds, but it’s met with a crack of his voice at the final word, and you know one hundred percent they're lying.

“Haechan! I know you’re the mastermind,” you turn to your friend, but all he does is shrug, eyes still looking everywhere but yours as he nonchalantly sips from his drink.

“Nothing whatsoever. We’ve just been busy that’s all,” Jisung speaks out, but you chuckle, knowing he’ll eventually give in if you press him hard enough.

“Of course, you’re a part of this! Sunghoon told me you weren’t, but I doubted him as soon as those words left his mouth!”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Jisung’s tone changes, as if he’s warning you.

“That little shithead!” Jaemin groans.

“I knew it!” you exclaim.

“What did he tell you?” Renjun interrupts.

“Nothing, just what I said before.”

“Nothing is going on. You don’t believe us?” Jisung is still firm on his decision to make you believe otherwise. With that stupid smirk he’s trying to hide and how his form influences you to shift back.

“Of course, you’re still on that even though Jaemin just admitted you guys are planning something! You’re the worst!”

“And you’re a dumbass,” Jisung mumbles once you turn away.

“Look who’s fucking talking,” you don’t realize you’re stepping closer at every syllable exchanged and you don’t know why your friend loves to push your buttons so much.

“You always say I’m the worst and then you come right back. I don’t think you hate me as much as you say you do,” Jisung’s eyes glimmer with a playfulness to them, closing the space between the two of you as the bickering reaches its climax. But his words only fuel your rage.

At this point, you can only see red.

All you do with Jisung is bicker or fight about stupid shit. Your friendship with the other boys is the glue that holds you and Jisung together. No one could guess that you met all the boys through him. You both had been friends with benefits long ago— practically another lifetime. But you’d jump off a cliff before admitting that the shards of glass remain. And that it still cuts.

It’s impossible to act like everything is fine and you both can get along. So instead, you fight and fight until no more words can be said.

“Ooooo,” you hear Jeno say, reminding you you’re still in a place full of swarming bodies.

“What about you? You either hate me or you love me. It can’t be both,” you mutter, condemning yourself as you catch a glimpse of his lips hovering above yours. You're both staring one another down, and you notice the same vein on the side of his temple, and his jaw clenches with each phrase that escapes your lips.

“Watch it,” Jisung seethes.

“What? If you wanna play this game, let’s pla—“

“Okay! Enough of this,” Hyuck groans before dragging the both of you by the wrist and out of the main room.

“What are you doing Hyuck?” you urgently inquire, but he doesn’t reply. He only hurriedly rushes along, throwing you both into a bedroom you don’t recognize. And as you rush to escape the enclosed space, your friend shuts the door in front of your face– leaving you with your hands practically clawing at the door.

“Lee Donghyuck! Open the fucking door right now!” you yell out, unable to comprehend how your friend could think this was a solution. “Open the door before I beat your ass!”

“He’s not going to open the door,” Jisung reminds you of his presence amidst the chaos. “Not until the morning.”

“What?! No. No. No. This is not happening right now.”

“Let’s just sleep. So when we wake up, we can just get outta here.”

You scan the room, realizing there’s nothing for you to rest on except the bed in the center– the one Jisung is currently sitting on. “You think I can fall asleep with everything that’s going on? And I don’t even know what’s going on,” you’re shifting awkwardly, habitually rocking yourself on the heel of your feet following the eye of the storm.

“Just sleep. It’ll be over soon,” Jisung already makes himself comfy, placing his legs under the covers and rearranging the pillow to his liking. He’s too calm. Way too calm for what just occurred.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?”

“I don’t know, figure it out,” he mumbles, lids already fluttering shut. You hate how you admire how long his eyelashes are.

His eagerness to ignore the dilemma influences you to the bed to pry his lids open. As Jisung opens his eyes willingly, you finally take notice of how close you both are. His eyes widen at the proximity and he shifts back to the edge of the bed in surprise. You’re caught off guard because there seems to be something lingering in the air between the two of you. And you brush it off because you know it’s annoyance.

“Just sleep,” he softly lets out before returning to his original position. “Next to me.”

His softness in these last words has you admitting some defeat– realizing fighting won’t solve anything. “Fine.”

There are still zero answers that will satisfy your scrambled mind.

And you’re trapped in a room with someone you can’t stand for more than five minutes.

It’ll be over soon. Right?

You’re fucking drenched.

As the daze of sleep washes over, you notice the stickiness between your thighs. And not the good kind.

It felt as if you just entered the fiery pits of hell.

“What the fuck?” you whine. The air was so humid, you were practically suffocating. And as you turn to the side, you see an irritated Jisung. If you thought you looked gross, Jisung didn’t have a dry spot on his clothing.

You try your hardest not to stare at the clothing sticking to his abs. This is not the time.

“Don’t,” he warns, thinking you’re about to poke fun at him.

You chuckle at the sight of his discomfort, offering a half-assed apology. “Sorry.”

“Lee Donghyuck! Turn off the fucking heater!” he yells out, but there’s no answer.

“Fuck. We’re going to die.”

“I’m not dying here with you. That’s not how I’m going out.”

“Is that so bad? Chill the fuck out,” you roll your eyes.

“Yes it is! I’m gonna kick the door down and beat Donghyuck’s ass.”

You don’t know if it’s the unbearable heat, or the constant fucking attitude from Jisung all night. Maybe it was the pent-up frustration from all the other times you both didn’t get along. But you’ve decided enough is enough.

“What’s your fucking problem?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re always so fucking mad at me. I do nothing and you’re mad. I breathe and you’re mad. It pisses me off! At this point, I should be the one giving you the attitude you give me!”

“And you know what? I always cared what you thought. But not anymore. I’m done caring so pretend I don’t even exist,” your heart is beating out of your chest as the words spill out like vomit.

“That’s no–” Jisung’s unable to finish his sentence when suddenly his orbs follow your fingertips gripping the hem of your top to bring over your head– leaving you in a bra. “Wha-”

“It’s hot as shit and I’m not going to suffer. Do what you want,” you huff, continuing with the removal of your jeans. You notice Jisung's stare lingering on your contours as you eventually pull them off, and it appears as if a million different things are running through his mind when he suddenly glances away and shakes his head.

You’re not going to lie, it’s amusing seeing Jisung’s usual persona falter. Your boldness and the situation it creates masks the uncomfortable predicament the two of you are in. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before.”

“What did you mean by ‘you used to care about what I thought?’” He swallows nervously.

His words have you stopping in your tracks, not realizing your words were true candor. “Nothing, I was just saying nonsense,” is all you can render as you make your way to the bed, but Jisung beats you to it, grabbing your wrist to prevent you from escaping.

“Tell me. Please. I know it wasn’t nonsense,” his voice is like syrup, the usual bite to it completely gone.

You turn to face him, though you regret it the moment you notice how his eyes match his voice. “Well, I cared what you thought because of what we did before we all became friends. And us… Or whatever we are. I don’t know what we are now but I cared about you and what you thought about me.”

“Cared?”

“I still do…”

“Then why do we fight?”

“I don’t know. I guess you hate me so I just returned that energy.”

“I don’t hate you,” he sounds hurt, the similar bite of his voice attempting to escape. “You annoy the hell out of me, but I could never hate you.”

“Oh…”

“You really act like you hate me though,” Jisung offers a small smile.

“I don’t hate you. You’re annoying as hell. And I just don’t know what to do with everything lingering in the air when I’m around you,” you bite your lip at the confession, realizing it wasn’t a very good one. And you see him watch you do so.

“You mean the tension?”

“Yeah… The tension… The tension causes us to fight. Right?” The air becomes more suffocating than it already is. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s Jisung so close to you, or how you’re basically naked in front of him.

“What else would we do?” his eyes are still trained on your lips.

“I don’t know,” you murmur not above a whisper. “You tell me.”

“Let me try something,” he takes a step forward, shortening the small space between the two of you. “Promise you won’t get mad.”

“No promises,” you urge, because you’re unsure of what Jisung planned to do after the indirect confessions made in the room today. One things for sure. This territory hadn’t been visited in ages and it scares the shit out of you.

“What are you go–” You’re cut off the lips that make its way onto yours.

When you see Jisung dipping his head down to capture your lips onto his, you're taken aback. However, the minute he makes contact, your legs almost buckle. It's a familiar sensation, and you melt into him as he tests the waters with increasing devotion.

When you reciprocate the kiss, it gets feverish, and your trembling lips work together haphazardly, interwoven with airy sighs. His arms reach for your waist, pulling you into him harder than ever before. He knows your body like no one else, and it drives parts of your brain haywire. It feels like only yesterday that you both would rendezvous.

He groans into your mouth and squeezes your ass as you tug on his hair the way he likes it. It makes you whimper since the combination of the sloppy kiss and the rush of pleasure is far too satisfying.

It feels good. Way too good.

That's why when Jisung pulls away, you chase his lips and he emits a small chuckle at the action. “Tell me you missed me. Tell me you don’t hate me and never did,” his shoulders rise and fall at a rapid pace as he catches his breath.

“I don’t,” you look up at him, and you want nothing more to kiss him again. It feels like all the frustration aimed at him was sexual. It’s honestly his fault for always looking so tempting while offering some smartass retort. “I never did.”

"God, I missed you," he smashes his lips against yours again, this time much more aggressive, and the back of your knees reach the edge of the bed, briefly disconnecting your lips. You laugh, and he smirks before diving back into you as soon as your back comes into contact the mattress.

Something possesses him at that moment, makes his hands glide up the back of your thighs, to kiss down your neck, sucking and biting to leave small bites that he later licks over to soothe the sting. “Know how much you love to be marked.”

“And I know how much you love me choking on your dick,” you giggle, licking a long stripe along his neck up to his jaw.

“You’re dangerous,” Jisung hooks your thong aside, unsurprised when he notices the sticky arousal coating his fingers. “Fuck, I forgot how wet you get.”

“It’s from the heat.” Your words contradict themselves as noises of pleasure leave your lips when he runs his fingers along your folds. Jisung, on the other hand, knows the meaning behind your words like no other. “All this stickiness is from the heat? I don’t think so baby,” he offers some stimulation to your clit and your back arches once he comes in contact with your bud.

You shake your head and he dips his head down onto your neck offering a small kiss against the side of your neck. God, he looks so hot, with the sweat dripping down the side of his temple and his puffy lips from kissing.

The lewd sounds from his fingers running along your folds sends you into a frenzy. You’re attempting to gain more friction, bucking your hips to feel more. You’re so needy for his touch. You've been longing for this touch. "I'll be nice, baby," he says, inserting one finger inside your hole, your walls engulfing him up to the knuckle. Jisung experiments with twisting and curling his fingers, enjoying the way you gasp and pulse around his fingertips.

The wet glide is so satisfying and you moan, basically fucking yourself onto his fingers. “Sung–” is all you can choke out as he begins thrusting with a rhythm you both can’t forget. “Wai–”

But Jisung can’t withhold any longer, not with you looking so pretty underneath him. Not with the sounds that he remembers all too well. His cock practically throbs at these thoughts, begging to be free from its confines when you’re already a mess. He’s pressing against your clit along with the constant thrust of his fingers. “Shit, Sung!” you wail, already foreseeing your high from the short time.

Your nails dig into his forearm, body twitching from the overwhelming pleasure only he can give you. “Oh, fuck,” the words are combined with a moan as your orgasm takes you by surprise, coating his fingers in a creamy pearl substance. It drips down your folds as he pulls away, and the wash of the aftermath runs from your toes to the crown of your head. It’s blissful, but your hunger for him doesn’t stay satiated. “Good girl,” he says as he revels in your figure.

“I need you,” you pant. “Now.”

“Whatever you say, Mom,” he jokes as he pulls his shirt over his head before discarding the rest of his clothing.

“Ewww. Never say that again,” you say, earning a laugh from Jisung.

“Like words ever stopped me before pretty girl.”

He's tugging the side of your panties, dragging them down the side of your legs while practically gaping. He continues with your bra and he gazes, unable to believe everything taking place currently. You're like a dream, sprawled out beneath him. The pretty girl he could never get close to after being so close with.

“Ready?” he asks after he shakes himself out of the trance you have him in.

“Mhm,” you nod.

He pushes inside, sighing into your ear at the creaminess of your cunt. Your arms are wrapped around his neck as he bottoms out, fingers burrowing further into his scalp. Jisung, rather than staying against your neck, takes advantage of the chance to peer at you. When his nose brushes up against yours, all he sees are your lips caught between your teeth.

At the feeling of his big cock inside of you, you clench around him. He groans against your mouth, habitually bucking his hips forward. “Fuck,” you moan out, back arching at the feel of his cock dragging against your walls. Your brain is already a mess and it has been since the moment he kissed you. But Jisung loves how you’re a mess around him. He takes pride in how he makes you feel, and that turns him on beyond belief.

“Move Sungie, please,” you plead and Jisung groans at the nickname you know he loves so much. It’s enough for him to grab your wrists to pin them above your head before he begins moving.

“Sung,” you call out again when he begins to move. His calculated movements have you squirming beneath him, but you’re still perfectly fit against him and it’s as if you both never stopped this routine.

“You’re mine. I’m not letting anyone touch you,” he coos, and you’re quick to agree. “Yours.”

The constant rhythm he keeps has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you're shivering when he picks up the pace--giving him a look that seems to make Jisung's cock practically explode. He snaps his hips forward, so close to the edge that you shudder at the perspective.

He's fucking you so well that your eyesight is fuzzy, and the brush of his dick against the spot that drives you insane only adds to the sensation. "I-I'm so close," you warn, your irregular breathing hitting his face.

“Wait S-sung-g no.” Just as you’re about to hit your peak, Jisung flips you over so that you’re sitting on his thighs. Though you’re disappointed in the delay of your orgasm, the angle has his cock pushing deeper than before, tip nudging against your velvety walls harshly. “Fuck, I can’t,” you beg as your back arches at the smallest movements.

As fast as words leave his throat, Jisung dips down to suck on your nipple, occasionally leaving purple blossoms. “Wait I’ll–”

“You’ll what?” he says, chuckling when he sees you instinctively grinding forward against his member. “Cream my cock?” He watches your fucked out expressions, loving how your eyes are lined with tears.

“I’m planning on it, “ he smirks before thrusting up into you.

“J-jisung!” you’re a sobbing mess above him as his harsh thrusts sends pure pleasure up your spine. His name falls off your lips like a mantra, and the gibberish he can’t make out only urges him to move furiously into you. Though your brain is a puddle of mush, the band in your lower abdomen is about to snap, so you grind your hips against him with newly found fervor, stimulating your clit in the best way possible.

Jisung watches you above him as his fingers dig into your waist. You’re so beautiful, he thinks. Everything about you, every part of your mind and body he worships, and he swears he’s not going to let go of you this time.

“S-sung,” you moan again and again, and Jisung continues to abuse your boob, kissing up your throat as you inch closer to your high. “So perfect.”

You let out a high-pitched moan at a specific thrust, and your thighs tremble against his. "I got you," he says as he places a gentle kiss on your lips. And after a few thrusts, you're collapsing against him, again repeating his name. You're just a lick away from teetering off the edge.

“I want it so bad,” you blabber against his neck. “S-so close. Don’t stop.”

“Give it to me,” he dips underneath to circle your bundle of nerves with the perfect pressure and you come undone, high-pitched moans and whimpers against his ear.

The mix of cum and the slick from prior allows the glide to be that much easier for Jisung to glide against as he tips over the edge as well. You’re still pulsing and gripping his cock like a vice and it’s a done deal for Jisung. “Inside?”

“Inside me,” you kiss the side of his neck. He feels euphoric as your noises against his ear urges him on and his arms hold you tightly. And after a few more thrusts and desperate hips, his cum shoots inside you. “Fuck.”

It's so much energy that when the sensation of your high washes over you, you collapse against Jisung, who also collapses against the mattress.

“You’re sticky,” you look at his face and admire how good the afterglow of sex looks on him.

Jisung massages little circles across the small of your back in comforting stillness.

“I’m going to murder Hyuck,” he realizes how much the humidity encases the room.

“Maybe not too brutal, because his plan to lock us in here so we can finally make up worked,” you notify him and his eyes light up.

“I think everyone’s asleep. How about we torture them some more?” he smirks at you.

“I say Hyuck isn’t going to get a wink of sleep tonight,” you mischievously grin and it’s enough for Jisung to dive down and continue drowning in your lips.

DECEMBER 31 11:59 PM

“Damn, I can’t believe my plan worked! You guys are attached to the fucking hip,” Hyuck comes over to you and Jisung hand-in-hand.

“Your plan worked for once dumbass,” Jeno butts in abruptly, almost spilling the alcohol in his cup.

“We have no more arguing but I don’t know if it’s worth it,” Jaemin points.

“You guys are like rabbits!” Mark yells out.

“Gross! Not the fucking time! I need to find someone to kiss,” Renjun groans.

“Yeah but everything Hyuck does to end our suffering, it just reappears as something else!” Chenle laughs, earning a middle-finger from the subject of his words.

“Guess you were right. We can laugh about this on New Year's,” Jeno turns to Hyuck.

“Happy new year motherfuckers,” Chenle says before clinking all the cups together.

You turn to Jisung as the clock counts down, his arm around your waist. “Happy New Year, boyfriend.”

“Happy New Year, Girlfriend,” he smiles the hardest you’ve seen him in a while.

“Happy fucking new year,” he says before smashing his lips onto yours.

Happy fucking new year indeed.

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neyswxrld · 5 months

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cold as ice

wolffe x reader (gn)

summary: Reader is left in the lurch, Wolffe is there to comfort!

warnings: a bit angsty, showering together (nothing happens, it's a warm up/comfort shower)

word count: ~1380

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the twelfth fic for my advent calendar!

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings!

With chattering teeth, you step inside your apartment. Your hands and toes feel like ice. You are sure your nose and your cheeks are red, if not almost blue already. You are shaking, and there is a small coat of snow on top of your shoulders and your beanie.

"Baby? What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be out eating with your friends?" Wolffe, who had opened the door for you, asks, confused and steps aside.

"Yeah- I- I-," you can't even form your sentence before your knees give out and you almost fall to the ground, if it wasn't for Wolffe who reacts impossible fast, catching you in time.

"Hey, hey, Cyar'ika!" he calls out, holding you up and closing the door behind you.

"What the hell happened? You're freezing!" he realizes, feeling you tremble in his arms.

"We need to get you warm again. Come on," he mumbles and starts to pull your coat from your shoulders, guiding you to the small bath.

He carefully manhandles you, pulls off your clothes, and turns on the shower for you.

As you stand under the hot water, slowly getting warmer again and enjoying Wolffe's soft massage on your scalp, you stop trembling from the cold so much. The clicking of your teeth stops, and you start to feel how the fading cold leaves space for your disappointment and fury.

"We- We wanted to eat dinner in that stupid restaurant. But Sari said she wouldn't be able to come and get me, so I thought I could walk," you begin, already feeling how Wolffe tenses behind you at the mention of your supposed friend's name.

Since you and Wolffe knew each other, he knew of that one friend group of yours. While he isn't a big fan of them due to various different occasions, with you on the receiving end, he still tries to support you and be there for you. Whether you decide to stay with them or to end the friendship.

You talk a lot to him about those friends, and you've already started to distance yourself from them. Every time you hang out together, you feel bad afterward and question your worth. Wolffe had to knock some sense into you again too often already.

But you still weren't able to fully let go of them. You were clinging to your past and the need to get some of that again. But the truth is: they changed, you changed, and your lives just don't seem to be compatible anymore.

His eyes narrow, and due to his cybernetic eye, he looks intimidating and kind of dangerous. If you didn't know him that well, you might have been a bit scared. But it's Wolffe. He wouldn't hurt a fly when you were with him.

"Walk? But isn't that like over half an hour?" he asks, and you nod. "Yeah, normally it's not that bad, I've walked to that place a few times already, but I didn't realize it was that cold," you murmur, leaning on him a little bit. He closes his arms around you, pulling you closer to his naked chest.

"I thought it was okay because we would sit in that restaurant and we would eat a nice and warm dinner," you continue, already feeling angry tears in your eyes. You try your best to swallow them down.

"When I arrived, the restaurant was closed. The lights were out, no one was inside, and I was standing there alone. At first, I thought it was my fault... I thought I got the date wrong or that I messed up the locations, but then I looked up our messages, and I was right on time. Then I thought that maybe they wouldn't know of that either, and I waited. For almost half an hour again, because I was sure they all would step by. I was asking in the group chat where they were, and suddenly, not only Sari couldn't come, but all of them had other plans with their families, or they were sick, or something like that. So I decided to walk home again," you tell Wolffe, this time you can't fight your tears.

"Why didn't you call?" he asks, a bit confused. "What would you have done? Come by and walk with me, so we're both freezing?" you want to know. "I'd rather come home to you and get warmed up by you than be the cause of your discomfort," you say, blinking some tears away.

Wolffe sighs and nods. "Yeah... You're right."

"Do you know what the worst thing about that is?" you ask quietly after some silent moments. "I actually fooled myself into believing this really could be true. Sudden sickness, changing plans because of family problems, whatever they said. It would have been okay for me. But then Au'rii coincidentally sent me a picture from a party he was at. And then, in the background, I could see all of them. Drinking, laughing, partying."

This time, you really start crying heavily. You're almost embarrassed by how loud your sobs are, but then you remember that you're with Wolffe. Nothing has to be embarrassing with him.

Disappointed, angry, and furious all the same, you turn around to hide your face in his neck, trying not to feel hurt that much. It doesn't work.

"Instead of just saying that they don't want to hang out with me, they act like that," you cry, feeling how Wolffe hugs you, carefully stroking over your naked back.

"Oh, Cyar'ika," he murmurs, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head. You can't stop crying, not now. Everything is just a little much.

"I know that it hurts. It hurts in your heart. But you know what? If it hurts there, it's okay. Because that means you're a good person," he whispers, tapping the place where your heart sits under your skin.

With one second, your feelings change. Instead of crying out of anger and disappointment, your tears intensify. Suddenly, you cry because you're so touched by his words. Wolffe, the tough, strong man, a war hero, tells you that you're a good person. Because you have feelings. Because you mean well. Because you don't expect the worst of people and get disappointed over and over again. Because you still keep going on, believing in the good in people.

You keep crying into his shoulder until you feel like you can't anymore. Wolffe is always by your side, never leaving you and every time a new wave of sobs hits you, he hugs you a little tighter.

After a while, your eyes and cheeks are puffy, hurting from all the tears. Snot leaves your nose, and apologetically, you wash some off Wolffe's shoulder, glad that the shower is still on.

"Come on, let's go and cuddle up on the couch. We can watch some of those winter wonderland movies," he suggests, wrapping a towel around your bodies as soon as you step out of the shower, carefully drying your skin.

"But you don't like those movies," you mumble. He just shrugs his shoulders.

"It's okay. I can keep up with one or two if it makes you happy," he smiles, kissing your temple.

About half an hour later, you sit next to each other on the couch, cuddled up under some soft blankets. Each of you has a hot chocolate in your hand and enjoys the sweet taste of it.

"You know what?" you ask him after some time.

"What?" he wants to know.

"I enjoy everything with you so much more than I ever enjoyed anything I did with them," you murmur after some time, leaning onto him, careful not to spill your drinks.

Wolffe smiles softly, lays an arm around your back, and slowly starts to draw small circles on your hip.

"You know what?" he now asks.

"What?" you repeat.

"I enjoy everything we do, too," he smiles, pressing another kiss on your temple. "So, so much."

Together, you let the evening fade out. Cuddled up on the couch together, worshiping each other's company and appreciating the warmth.

That evening was the last time you ever heard something of your so-called friends. Wolffe helped you to finally let go of them and break the contact. Since then, you've felt much better.

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aiweirdness · 5 months

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It's December 1st and time for an AI-generated advent calendar!

I'm only doing this because DALL-E3 is hilariously bad at labeling things and I want everyone to know it.

This is Dec 1.

What is this supposed to be? I don't know, because ChatGPT4 is the interface I have to DALL-E3, and it alters all my prompts before it passes them to the image generator. What I actually asked for was "Please generate a grid with a set of Christmas-themed images, clearly labeled in capital letters as an aid to someone learning English." (If I asked for Advent calendar images, it would label them with numbers instead of with letters.)

Interactive version of the full advent calendar

#ai generated #chatgpt #dalle3 #advent calendar #christmas #food #at least i think it's food #snodlee #the christmas treat

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allywthsr · 5 months

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CHRISTENING | (l.norris)

summary: Lando wants to christen the Christmas tree

wordcount: 1.5k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: smut!

notes: the only smut this advent calendar.. what are we thinking?

advent calendar

”It looks beautiful, doesn’t it?“

”It does.“

”We should christen it.“

”The Christmas tree?“

”Yes!“

”Lando, what are you thinking?“

”I want you to lay down under the tree and open your legs, then I‘ll rail you until you’re screaming and begging for me to let you cum.“

You whispered a low ’fuck‘ and got on your knees, tugging on his waistband of his sweatpants. You pulled his pants and underwear down and licked your lips when you saw his cock springing towards you, he wasn’t fully hard yet, but that was something that could be changed in a few minutes. With your fingertips, you touched his dick lightly and teased him with it, tickling his tip and grazing all the way down to his balls.

”If you’re not touching it properly right now, I won’t let you cum today.“

With that threat in mind, you grabbed his cock, and licked from top to bottom, wetting it, so you had it easier when you were giving him a handjob. He started to make little noises, indicating he was enjoying what you were doing. The movements got faster and he grew harder in your hand, with every stroke you did, you were still teasing him by grazing his balls every now and then, you knew he was sensitive to touches down there. When you felt him twitch in your touch, you let him go and lay down on the floor, due to the underfloor heating, you wouldn’t get cold.

Lando was fast to sit on his knees between your legs, after removing his T-shirt, and pulling your pants down, just like you did to him. Your panty was thrown somewhere in the living room, and Lando took a second to admire your pussy. He often did this, taking his time and just looking at you, he couldn’t believe you were his. He laid down on his chest and his face was directly in front of your pussy, he grabbed your inner thighs and pushed them outwards, so he had better access to your core, brushing soft kisses on your legs and around your pussy.

”Fuck baby, you’re glistening“, with that he used his thumb and placed it on your clit, opening your pussy lips a bit more and letting his thumb swipe through it, collecting the juices.

You shivered at the contact, it already felt amazing.

”Look at how wet you are“, he held his finger to your face and you could see your fluids almost dripping off his thumb. You moaned quietly and he sucked his thumb in his mouth, licking off the juices. He wanted to tease you, so he blew on your pussy, the cold air made you shiver even more, and the sensation felt phenomenal.

Just after a whiny ’Lando‘, he finally got to work and licked across your slit, you let out tiny noises, he was a master at this. He opened up your pussy again and took a deep lick out of it.

”Are you enjoying this, babygirl?“

You could only moan and grip his hair, so he would start working on your pussy again.

He started off with kitten licks, teasing you to the fullest. With every lick he got deeper and at some point he even entered you with his tongue, breathy moans escaped your mouth, and started pulling on his strands, you needed to hold onto something. He drew little eights on your slit and when he finally arrived at your clit, that boy wasn’t stopping, he was licking all sorts of shapes on your bud, and you couldn’t hold it any longer. But before you could cum, he pulled his tongue off of you and let his pointer finger circle your clit, slipping it with the middle finger inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out while his tongue found its way back to your clit, toying with it.

”Are you close?“

”Y..Yes.“

”Do you want to come?“

”Lando… please…“

”Beg more for it.“

”Lando, please let me cum, I can’t contain it any longer, you make me feel so good.“

”Cum, babygirl.“

His words tipped you over the edge and you were left panting on the floor, while he sat up and looked down at you, seeing what he did to you, but you could also see what you did to him, his chin was glistening with your fluids. You were a mess and he barely touched you yet, again, he licked his fingers, so none of your juices would go to waste.

”Are you ready for my cock?“

”Yes Lando, I need it.“

With that he grabbed his dick in his hands and gave it a few pumps, getting ready for the sweet sensation he was going to feel in a second. He put his tip on your clit, and started moving it in circles, you were still sensitive because of your orgasm, and this brought you closer to your second orgasm of the night. He let go of your clit and focused on moving his tip through your lips, wetting his dick, so he had no trouble pushing into you.

You both were moaning when he slowly entered you, he stretched you out perfectly. With every centimeter he entered you deeper, you whined for more, he was so big, it surprised you every time how he fitted into you with no problem. When he was fully inside of you, he started kissing you with force, wet kisses were placed everywhere, on your face, along your jaw, on your neck, and after he pulled your T-shirt off, he clung his mouth to your nipple and sucked on it. While he focused on your right boob, he grabbed your left one with his hand and massaged it, pinching your nipple between his fingers.

”Move, Lando, I can’t hold it anymore.“

”Are you my needy baby?“

”Yes, I am. I need your big cock.“

”I‘m all yours.“

With that, he started snapping his core against yours, and you moaned at the force, he was not playing any games today, Lando was horny and you could feel it by the speed his hips met yours. The room was filled with the sound of your and Lando’s panting, as well as the sound of skin slapping against skin.

The little sounds Lando’s mouth escaped sounded beautiful and turned you on even more, Lando wasn’t that big of a moaner, only when he orgasmed, but short breaths always came out of him.

You lifted your legs and crossed them behind Lando’s back, forcing him to go even faster and harder. ”You need it fast and hard today?“

You could only nod, your mind was clouded in the post and pre-orgasm haze. You needed to hold onto something, you aimlessly reached around you, trying to find something. Without thinking about it, you grabbed a branch of the Christmas tree and with the other hand you found Lando’s back, pressing your nails into his skin, creating little crescents.

Lando was kissing your neck again, sucking slightly on it, but he was careful to not leave any marks.

You could feel yourself getting closer, just as Lando was, his movements became sloppier and his thumb found its way back to your clit, rubbing slight circles on it, stimulating you even more.

”Lando, you make me feel so good.“

”Ugh baby, you take me so well, your walls are clenching around me, I can feel it.“

You slightly pulled on the branch out of reflex and you could hear the baubles clashing against each other. That made Lando look up, ”Look at you, having to grip the Christmas tree because I‘m fucking you so good. But don’t pull on it too hard, or it‘ll fall over“, in your orgasm brain you didn’t really register what he said, just hearing him say to stop gripping the tree and you did, pulling on his hair instead.

With his last energy, Lando sped up his movements and thrusted even harder in you. Your walls clenched around him, your breath started to hitch with his every thrust, and he made you see stars.

”I‘m so close.“

”Cum for me, Y/N.“

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, your back was arched and the orgasm wave washed over you, your panting became harder, and moans escaped your mouth.

A few moments later, Lando also came with moans and he painted your insides white, now he collapsed on top of you, barely holding himself up. With heavy breaths he pressed kisses all over your face, stopping on your mouth, where he lingered.

His lips were puffy and red after a while, you probably looked the same, but you both had a satisfied grin on your face, while you went to the shower to ’clean up‘, but it really just was an excuse for round two.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine #lando norris smut #christmas tree

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vetteltea · 5 months

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Lando Norris and Putting Up Decorations [no warnings]

Day 1 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

“Mate, you just crossed me!” Alex’s voice shouts down the headphone set, a laugh erupting from the McLaren driver’s lips as he sees his fellow pilot cut off by none other than himself.

Lando’s down-time from the grand finale of Abu-Dhabi had lasted a grand sum of four days, three hours and twelve minutes before the boy was restless once more. He’d arrived home, seen his family, unpacked and washed his clothes in a fraction of the time it would usually take him. By the third day, he had called you at least seven times, begging for the company of his best friend- no, secret crush whom just so happened to be his best friend - and for your presence in Monaco.

The evening you had arrived, the driver was bouncing on the heels over his overpriced trainers. When he’d caught a minute glance of your face, sleep ridden and your body wrapped in comfortable traveling clothes, the excitement filtering through his body couldn’t be contained, rushing over to scoop you up, the squeal which released from your lips barely audible over his own laughter, spinning you around in circles before gently reminding him she does need to go and grab her suitcase.

He has it all planned out; a week of taking you to various lunching spots;, a few movie nights, maybe a catch-up with Max and Charles if you were feeling up to it. Most importantly, it was an entire week of being with you before you would fly home - together.

What Lando had completely forgotten about, was the promise he had made to Alex, George and Arthur about a joint livestream, speaking about their experiences throughout the year. He’d sheepishly explained the situation to you over breakfast, only feeling his heart soften when you promised him it was okay, you would keep yourself occupied for a few hours, anyway. He wasn’t sure what you meant, or where you were going, for that matter when pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and slipping out through the apartment door.

Engrossed deeply in his current driving battle, he hadn’t heard you return; it was just as well, your own phone connecting to the lounge speaker, gently playing Christmas music whilst unraveling the copious amount of decorations you’d obtained during your disappearance. After all, Lando had just moved into his new apartment and you were all-too-aware he had bought next to nothing with him. The least you could do was thank him by bringing some festive spirit into his home.

One song becomes two; two become seven as you freely move to the music, climbing onto the arm of your best friend's sofa, tongue poked out at an awkward angle as your arms reach, a desperate attempt to hang the garland across the gilded mirror. You’re certain you would have entirely lost your balance, probably slammed into the floor if not for the two arms around your waist, feeling a warm chest press against your back.

“You’re going to fall if you’re not careful.” He mumbles, keeping his grip around you firm whilst your heart caught up to your head; his arms were around your waist. Lando Norris was holding you. “I don’t want you to fall if I can’t catch you.”

Did he…did he mean to say that? Did he understand how your heart fluttered so deeply, how if not for the garland left in your grip, you’re almost certain you would have turned in his grasp and pressed your lips to his, to hell with the consequences. Wordlessly, you let his touch remain whilst stretching to hook the garland across the mirror, now secure in your balance with his helping hands. (Helping was a strong word. You’re fairly sure your heart was about to explode.)

Hands fall to your side, subconsciously leaning back into Lando’s touch. Both of you are quiet, simply looking up to take in the decorations. This time, it’s Lando to act on instinct, tilting his head slightly and pressing a gentle kiss to the temple of your forehead, lips lingering for a lot longer than would be considered friendly.

He hopes everyday. He hopes that one day the metaphorical penny will drop. Of course, you’re his best friend. There’s nobody he would trust more, who he would rather come to with his insane problems. Somewhere along the way, he had just so happened to fall in love with you. There’s the tiniest, most selfish part of him that wants nothing more than to lean forward there and then, tilt your chin and press your lips together.

‘Not right now.’ he reminds himself. ‘I can do better. I can make our first kiss better.’

The moment has to end; eventually your head leans forward, unraveling yourself from his warmth and stepping off the couch. He can’t help but let the grin fall to his face whilst seeing you weave inbetween decorations, beelining towards the kitchen.

“I picked up hot chocolate!” You draw him from his internal thoughts. “If you help me with the last few pieces, I'll make you one?”

“You had me at Hot Chocolate.”

#Lando Norris #LN4 #Lando Norris x Reader #Lando Norris Imagine #Lando Norris One Shot #Lando Norris x You #Reader Insert #F1 #Formula 1 #F1 x Reader #Lando Norris Blurb #Lando Norris x Y/N

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 5 months

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Day 8 — By The Fireplace

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 1900

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

The weather outside was icy, crisp, and biting. The world was draped in a pristine blanket of snow as gentle flakes cascaded from above. Such a picturesque scene of a winter wonderland was not uncommon for a December evening.

Inside your and Bucky’s house, a log crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm glow that bathed your living room in a golden hue. The scent of pine from the decorated Christmas tree mingled with the sweet aroma of vanilla-scented candles, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere.

You were nestled beside Bucky on the sofa, wrapped in a soft blanket. Bucky’s sweater radiated a warmth that matched the crackling fire, and you couldn’t help but snuggle further into him. You purred in content and sighed happily as he draped an arm across you, kissing the top of your head.

“Hmm, you’re my favorite kind of warmth, Bucky,” you mumbled as you nuzzled your face in the cotton fabric.

With his thumb and finger pinching your chin, he brought your face to his. His hooded eyes gazing into your dilated ones.

His hand found your cheek, his touch gentle yet possessive. “You’re my favorite way to stay warm, doll,” he whispered, voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

There was no denying the meanings behind his words were a need for a deeper and more passionate connection with you. A need of your own that lit your insides on fire.

Your hands wandered beneath his thick sweater, fingers tracing patterns on his warm and toned skin. Bucky closed his eyes briefly with a throaty moan, savoring the sensation.

“Are you gonna show me how I keep you warm, baby,” you purred seductively. Bucky held a firm grip on your waist as he met your gaze again, his pupils blown out and desire swimming in the depths of his blues.

Bucky cursed silently as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. He groaned against your mouth, his tongue delicately swiping your lower lip, pleading to explore more. You complied, him and you sliding against each other, exploring the depths of one another.

You pressed your body against his, your clothed breasts pressing against his chest. Bucky groaned as he hoisted you on his lap, kneading your ass in his palms. You moaned while grinding your hips against him, feeling his hardening cock against your clit, even with all your clothing. You kissed him with vigor while your hands roamed over his shoulders and chest.

As the kiss deepened further, Bucky’s hands ventured beneath your sweater. His flesh and machine hand grasped your waist firmly. He pulled you closer, hips flexing upwards to meet your movements, and you shivered above him in response.

“Fuck, I want you, doll. Need your naked body below me as I fuck you till you sing those sweet sounds I love,” he whispered against your lips, voice rough with need.

You moaned softly at his expression of desire, your own burning hot within. You found it hard to speak your needs as his hands slid up your sides beneath the thick sweater, caressing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. But Bucky was an expert in caring for your body and mind, so you let him take control.

He hummed as his lips trailed down your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making you shiver even more. Your hands moved to his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands and holding him close as he kissed and nibbled your neck. Your heart raced, breath coming faster, and Bucky knew you were as desperate for him as he was for you.

“This needs to come off, doll,” he whispered against your ear, voice low and husky as he tugged on your sweater.

Quickly obeying, you slipped the sweater over your head, revealing your lacy bra. Bucky let out a groan, his hands moving to the clasp of it, freeing your breasts from their confinement.

“Fuck, they’re perfect. You’re perfect,” Bucky groaned as he lowered his head, lips finding your nipple, tongue flicking across it before sucking gently. His hand toyed and played with the other, pulling and pinching lightly. You gasped and pulled his hair, urging him on, and he obliged by sucking harder, his tongue flicking the peaked bud while his thumb and finger teased the other.

“Fuck, fuck, I’ll come if you keep doing that,” you hissed, clit throbbing in need at the stimulation your breasts were receiving. “Please, Bucky.”

“Fuck, you drive me wild, doll,” he groaned as he picked you up with your legs wrapped around his waist for leverage, laying you down on the faux fur in front of the fireplace. The soft and thick fabric a juxtaposition to Bucky’s solid and powerful body hovering over you.

Your chest heaved as Bucky quickly discarded his sweater, his chiseled and perfect physique highlighted by the glow of the crackling fire.

His hand slid down your stomach before tugging at your sweatpants. You lifted your hips to aid in the removal of them. His fingers trailed over your bare thighs before slipping between them. You gasped as his fingers found your damp panties, his thumb rubbing against your covered clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Bucky moaned into your breast as he continued to suck and tease your nipple, his cock straining his sweats. He released your nipple before taking both of your breasts in his hands, squeezing them, his thumbs brushing across your peaks, making you moan loudly with need.

“I need you, Bucky. I need your tongue or cock inside me while you touch me all over,” you whimpered. Your hands moved to the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing them down his legs along with his underwear, letting his hard cock spring free.

Bucky moaned your name as your soft hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, teasing his slit with your thumb and smearing his leaking precum around his tip. Bucky groaned as you put more pressure, loving how you touched and made him feel.

“Need this cock inside me, fucking me and making me feel good,” you mewled against his parted lips, eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

“Beg for me, doll,” he said hoarsely.

“Please… I want you,” you whispered.

He smiled wickedly, lowering his head, kissing your stomach, hips, and thighs until he nestled comfortably between your lush and spread legs, his mouth mere inches from your covered pussy, making you moan and trash against the fur at his teasing.

“I’ll give you my cock, doll. But I need to taste you first,” he groaned, the vibration of his rumbled voice hitting your clit, making you arch your back and moan with need.

He discarded your panties in a swift movement, pushing your thighs further apart before feasting on your pussy.

He ran his tongue up your slit, flicking your clit, moaning against you, and then pushed his tongue inside your hole, thrusting in and out, your juices coating his tongue. The taste of you drove him wild as he ate you out with determination.

“You taste incredible, doll,” he groaned against your clit, the vibration sending delicious tingles down your spine.

Your legs wrapped around his head, fingers combing in his hair and tightening, pulling him closer to your core. He sucked your swollen clit, his tongue flicking over it, having your back arch and nails digging into his scalp.

“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come. Don’t stop sucking my clit, baby,” you begged with desperate need as you practically rode his face, moving your hips as his lips stayed glued to your pussy.

He slid two fingers inside you, fucking you with them. The combination of his lips around your clit and thick fingers in your wet pussy had you gasping and drawing quick breaths.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice harsh. You cried out as your orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking and your toes curling. Your walls throbbed against his fingers as he continued to fuck you through the bliss while his lips never lost connection with your engorged clit.

Bucky took a moment to admire your post-orgasm glow. With the way the light of the fire danced across you and the light sheen of sweat on your skin, he was enthralled by your beauty. His cock throbbed with need, balls tightening, precum leaking from the tip.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered breathlessly against your parted lips.

“Fuck me, please,” you whimpered, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He positioned himself at your quivering entrance, his tip teasing your drenched folds before thrusting forward, burying himself balls deep inside your tight walls with a heavy grunt. His cock filled you to perfection, making you cry out, and your legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper inside.

“God, you’re so tight,” Bucky groaned with a shiver down his spine.

He started to move, his hips thrusting against yours, cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt, his balls slapping against your ass with each heavy thrust. Your hips moved in rhythm with his, your sensitive pussy clenching around his cock, moans and whimpers mingling with his grunts and groans.

“Don’t stop, baby,” you cried as you held onto him. Legs locked around his waist, hands tangling in his hair, nails scraping the back of his neck.

Laid down on the faux fur, he fucked you to perfection in front of the fireplace—warm and intimate. The logs crackled along as you built your earth-shattering bliss together.

He leaned down, his lips meeting yours, kissing you roughly and messy, tongues gliding against each other as he fucked you to oblivion.

You felt your orgasm approaching, your body tensing in preparation for a toe-curling release. “I’m gonna come,” you cried as your cunt clenched around his cock, body shuddering and legs trembling. Your eyes rolled, and toes curled at the heavenly bliss.

Bucky cursed as your orgasm hit, his face burying in your neck, biting softly on your flesh. With the way your cunt milked his cock and you begging for his cum, he couldn’t hold off any longer. His cock swelled, balls tightened, and with a harsh groan, his orgasm ripped through him, body shaking as he came, cum shooting deep inside your pussy, spurting and filling you up as you milked every last drop out of him.

“God, baby. You take my cock so well,” he murmured breathlessly, kissing you passionately, his cock still buried inside as you stayed kissing for a few moments until he finally slid out of your quivering and oversensitive pussy. Bucky’s cock twitched with each heartbeat, longing for you wrapped around him again.

He rolled onto his side, pulling you close to him, arm wrapping around your frame. You snuggled into him, your body still trembling from your orgasm, your mind reeling with the intensity of your lovemaking.

“Hmm, you sure know how to keep a girl warm and content, Bucky,” you purred, kissing his chest. Bucky hummed as he kissed your hair, expressing the same passion.

You closed your eyes, enjoying your shared post-orgasm bliss and the atmosphere of the fireplace. You felt safe and cherished in your bubble of intimacy, with Bucky’s strong arms holding you tight and his heart beating only for you.

Bucky pinched your chin, bringing your lips to his to share a heartfelt kiss. “I love you,” you uttered, smiling. “And I love you.” He kissed you gently once more before singing your body alive again with electric touches and passionate kisses, taking and loving you once more by the fireplace.

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