I've been really caught up in the thought of gentler, intimate sex recently and the thought of it almost slipping into body worship. I write a lot about men appreciating a feminine body but there's something so lovely in slowing down and truly taking time to appreciate the man you're being intimate with.
I think it’d so grounding to have slow, passionate sex with dbf!bucky. The type where even the pleasure of sex and mutual orgasms comes second to the pleasure of just feeling him.
Because I think being on top, almost just cockwarming him while you steal pleasure from the gentlest touches would be so rewarding. His dick inside you has you feeling pleasantly full but for now, you’ve parked all thoughts of paying it any attention.
Instead, your fingers glide through his hair, parting it with very little resistance. He’d let it get slightly longer recently but it suits him well, as do the few greys scattered through the roots. It feels soft and with each little graze of your fingernails against his scalp, he groans quietly, his hips rising slightly off the bed to press himself impossibly deeper inside you.
He thrives off touch and that’s all you want to give him. You want to touch him and never stop but as you tear your focus away from his hair, you let your hands wander lower. Your fingertips drift over his cheeks, the light dusting of stubble feels coarse under your touch but it’s certainly not unpleasant. Meeting his gaze makes your chest ache because you wonder how often the beautiful man under you sees himself the way you do.
He links his hands in yours, slotting your fingers together before bringing one of yours to his lips and kissing across your knuckles. You didn’t expect this tenderness but God, you need it, almost as much as he does.
“You’re beautiful.” No matter how many times you tell him, it never feels right. It's not the word you're looking for but saying nothing would feel like more of a crime than being inarticulate.
He chuckles quietly to himself and doesn’t say much, watching as you grind your hips, seemingly desperate to remind yourself of the fact his length has found a home in your body.
“You feel perfect.” Your voice is shaky, rational thought consumed by the feeling of pleasure thrumming through your veins once more. Your soft, wet cunt glides down on his length like you were made to fit together like this.
His strong hands land on your hips, guiding your rhythm, keeping you moving nice and slowly. In the meantime, your hands drift from his bare shoulders, down to the expanse of his chest. Your fingertips tease the tiny, soft curls of hair across the breadth of his chest but you’re entirely consumed by the heat of his body. He’s so warm and it’s a very pleasant reminder that you really are here with him. You have all the time in the world.
Reaching the centre of his chest, you feel the gentle thumping of his heart under the flat palm of your hand and for a moment, it all just feels so real. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than right there in the room you share.
“Baby…” He groans, his voice low, arching his hips off the bed to fuck himself into you because you’ve been so distracted, you let your mind wander.
Fuck, that feels good. The tip of his dick nudges perfectly against your sweet spot, right where you need it and you feel yourself flutter in response.
“Good girl, just hold still. That's it. Good girl.” You do as you’re told, letting him thrust into you from below, losing himself in a way that you only want to encourage because it feels incredible for you too.
Your fingertips desperately try to dig into his chest and you notice how his skin dimples under your frantic touch. Every one of your thoughts are about this man in that moment. Nothing else crosses your mind and nothing else matters. You’re consumed by the smell of his aftershave, the heat of his body and the glide of his cock in and out of you.
“Touch yourself.” He encourages, his teeth gritted, holding back for your sake. He’d usually take the opportunity to touch you himself but this time he needs you to do it and you’re more than happy to. “Please, fuck, I’m so close.”
Hearing him broken like that makes you wetter than you thought possible. He’s always so stoic. He never loses control. He’s calm and reserved and admired for his composure but not when he’s inside you. You’re the only person who gets to hear how he sounds when his self-control slips away and it’s beyond rewarding.
Your fingers circle your own clit, rubbing yourself while Bucky continues to thrust up into you. He's so close to losing it. He's hanging on by a thread, promising to fill you, to stuff you full and make you a mother.
He knows you far too well and you're cumming within a few minutes, mindlessly riding out your orgasm on his dick. His need comes second for just a moment, pleasure making your body tighten and throb around his.
You vaguely register that he's cumming too, shortly after you do. You feel his hips stutter and then the telltale pulses of his cum into your body. He groans, holding your trembling thighs to keep you in place until he's given you everything he can.
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Sephiroth, coming to realize one day that he doesn’t have a last name, only for Zack to assure him that he does <33
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“Of course you got one, buddy!”
Sephiroth stands there, confused at the adamance. “I… do?”
Zack eagerly nods. “It’s Fair. You’re Sephiroth Fair.” He glances up at his friend, a warm and doughy smile on his face. “You’re my big brother.”
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Time to be self centered for a moment:
Me and the guys 🥹🫶
I still can't believe that I was able to meet Bojan, Nace and Jan last weekend (how is it already a week since Malmö OVO) :'D
They were so freaking humble and easy to talk to?!? 🥺🥺🥺
Bojan and I 'are you'ed each other for at least half a minute xD The love is really stored in the Bojan - the way he just gives you his entire attention when you talk to him OVO Plus he remembered my Häärijä cosplay from Helsinki, let me die happy now 😭🥺
Nace is such a lovely turtle dad proudly talking about his babies (I can relate to how much he talks with his hands) and his laugh is even more contagious in person 🥹 Loved that we in Gothenburg ended up wondering over the question 'what is each JO members signature picture pose' together; Nace and I showing off the Jan pose for the last picture x'D
Speaking of Jan, the poor boy had lost his beanie in Gothenburg (not pictured) so he had a scarf on his head :'3 he too was very nice talking to and me and another dane managed to spread the 'please come to Denmark' propaganda 😂
Jan and Nace both got little 2 min. pen doodles from me that I drew with frozen fingers and in a rush (didn't know how long they'd stay) and bless their heart for being genuinely happy to receive them :'D Nace did also get a second Malmö sticker just so I could see his reaction x'D (I'd sent Bojan off with gifts to all the boys during soundcheck and Nace confirmed he had gotten his and it was on his laptop I believe :'3 <33)
(Since I ran to Bojan I was too late to meet Kris in Malmö, and Jure stayed by the bus smoking which I respect)
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