Call Me

— Call me

Pairing: bestfriend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: talks about a bad date, insecurities, some major flirting, and smut ( masturbation, oral sex, sorta innocence kink... )

Synopsis: After a bad date you decide to call up your good friend Bucky, aka your shoulder to cry on. Bucky hates the reason you called, but he just loves to hear your voice.

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Sunshine:

12:05 am

Can I call you?

He sat up looking at the screen with wide eyes like he’d misread the message. He didn’t. You were asking to call him. Of course he agreed in a quick text putting his hands on his face until he felt it vibrate across the covers. The screen read Sunshine and he felt a stupid smile on his face. Unhesitating he laid back against the pillows and put the phone to his ear. “Hey.” He said softly. It was quiet but he heard a sniffle and he immediately felt terrible. “Oh honey, I'm sorry.” From what he understood, you’d gone on another bad date. “It’s not your fault.” You laughed but there was a hint of sadness in there. “What’re you cryin’ for love bug?”

You could’ve died hearing his tired voice over the phone. Where the courage to call came from, you weren’t sure. But you were thankful for it. Bucky was a friend, nothing more, nothing less. You felt like you could confide in him so easily, and he sounded so sweet it nearly sent you into another fit of tears. “Well, I went on date…It went…r-really bad” You explained, trying to maintain a little composure. There was a shifting sound and you anxiously ran your hands over your blanket. “Well…I won’t say I told you so, but…any man with a picture of himself holding any sort of hunting gear is automatically a piece of shit.” He said, clearly referring to the conversation you’d had with him a few days before.

“You don’t know that Bucky! He could be nice! He’s got a nice smile…”

“Babe…He looks like he would rather have sex with his car than a woman.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even though you know he was right. It still hurts though. This happened way too often, and sometimes it left you feeling like you were getting what you deserved. For being so naive to think anyone look at you as more than a sexual object.

“You’re right..” You sighed.

You felt like a damn teenager on the phone with your crush. It felt irredemably stupid but he was entertaining you. His voice was enough to make you forget about any shitty tinder date you ever had. “Yeah?” Something about the tone of his voice had really entertained the worst part of your mind. It was quiet for a second. “I think you should stop looking online…and look around you.” You bit your lip thinking about it for a second. The implication of what he could mean by that went straight to your head. The part of your brain that was specifically reserved for daydreaming about your friend.

“I should. I know I should…but I’m going to end up dying alone at this rate.” He laughed on the other line taking a deep breath. “Babe...Now that’s dramatic. You won’t die alone. I can promise you that. There is someone out there for you and they're just gonna look at you like you hung the stars in the sky..”

His voice sounded different when he said that. Just a little softer than usual, like he was really imagining that scenario. You felt your cheeks heating up and instinctively reached up and rubbed your neck, fighting the urge to scream into your pillow.

“You’re gonna find someone sunshine…and I can’t wait to see the smile on your face when you do.”

Every bit of him hated saying that.

As much as he wanted you to be happy, a deeply selfish part of himself never minded when you came crying to him. Of course, he always would take care of whatever idiot decided to treat you badly, but it still never changed the fact that you weren’t looking at him. Not the way he wanted you to.

Sometimes you’d act nervous around Bucky, but that was how you always were. You were sweet to him, but you were sweet to everyone. To him, you treated him like you did anyone else. He took what he could get though. These calls late at night were something he begrudgingly looked forward to. He wanted to be more than the friend you called when you weren’t feeling the best. He wanted to be the person that kissed the tears off your cheeks, and held you all night long.

“I hope so.” You sighed.

He could hear you shifting around and he smiled at the thought of you tossing and turning to get comfortable. After a moment of silence you just kept talking, saying whatever came to mind. Bucky put his phone on speaker and laid it on his pillow, closing his eyes as he listened to you ramble on. Occasionally you would giggle and there were some still distressed sniffles that would come through.

Listening to your voice made him feel something.

Closing his eyes he could just picture you laying across from him, talking about nothing while he just fought the urge to make you stop talking. Maybe it was a little presumptuous, but the way you were babbling about absolutely nothing made him think you just didn’t want to end the call.

“I’m talking too much…I’m sorry Bucky.” You laughed nervously.

“No…I like listening to your voice baby.”

Immediately you felt like all the air had been sucked out of your bedroom. The little endearments he always slipped in never failed to make your heart flutter. “Bucky…you can’t be talking to me like that.” You laugh, and try to ward off the thoughts that were creeping up on you. That sweet laughter came through the line and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.

“M’sorry love bug…can’t help it. I like making you all giggly. Every time I say anything like that, even if I can’t see you, I know you’re just smiling.”

You could hear the sly smile in his voice. In your head you could see that smile he always gave you when he was up to no good. No good being his incessant need to make you squirm. Absent-mindedly you reached across the bed and ran your fingers across the cool sheets. “You’re a good man Bucky…” You sighed, closing your eyes.

There was a little huff of laughter followed by a sigh, “I’m glad you think so.”

Listening to the faintest sounds of him breathing you closed your eyes and grabbed a pillow holding it close to you. As much as you wanted to continue this, you knew that your groggy emotions would only end up getting you in trouble. “Goodnight Bucky…Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me…I wouldn’t stay on the phone with just anyone like this.”

He forces out a yawn and sighs, “Goodnight sunshine.”

“I’ll talk to you later Buck…Don’t dream about me.”

“Oh now I definitely will.”

You laughed and pressed the red button. Now it was all quiet, and you were left to your own devices. Squeezing the pillow a little harder you couldn’t help but smile. Bucky never failed to leave you feeling better than you were before. Cuddling into the blankets you let your mind wander, and eventually you lulled yourself.

Unfortunately it wasn’t that easy for Bucky. His mind was wide awake and racing. Instead of putting his phone down he mindlessly flipped through some things, and somehow he settled on you. Scrolling through your instagram aimlessly and watching the little videos you had posted. He was thinking about how sweet your sleepy voice was, and how cute you must’ve looked. Turning his phone over he stared at the ceiling feeling the familiar pull of lust in the pit of his stomach.

Do not even think about it James. Touching yourself like a teenager? All because you heard a girl’s voice over the phone? Control.

He scolded himself internally until a familiar idea came to mind. One way or another his mind drifted to seeing you the other evening at Steve’s house. That black dress that really left no room for anything other than the imagination of a man who hadn’t really looked at a woman in a very long time.

Technically he had a fling here and there but that was just momentary pleasure, he was looking at you like you were a permanent solution to his ever present loneliness. Groaning in frustration he sat up looking at his door – it was locked. Like it was a chore he grabbed his phone and opened up the browser.

This was a slippery slope, and he knew it, but he needed to let it out. The tightness of his boxer’s was becoming annoying and he carelessly slipped his hand beneath the fabric barely touching himself but reacting harshly. He had to remind himself that it had been awhile and to take it easy or he’d last maybe a minute.

Over the years he’d refined his interests. He liked rough things, control, and sweet words. It seemed easy enough, but finding that perfect mixture without doing it himself was impossible to find online. When he found the perfect thing he kept the link in a locked note on his phone. It was tedious and made him feel slightly stupid, but the momentary pleasure it granted him was not comparable.

He also felt that he was old enough that if for some reason some critiqued his habits then he could easily tell them to fuck off and move on with life. Now he found that one video that never failed to do the trick.

Sure, it was obscene really, but whoever this woman was being egregiously fucked in the mouth didn’t seem to mind.

He didn’t have to look very long, because his mind took that played up scenario and ran with it. Throwing his head back against the pillows he thought about you. As wrong as it felt, he did. Fantasizing about you sinking to your knees with that all too innocent look on your face.

“Bucky, I don’t know…”

He could hear it so clearly and he stroked himself in an odd pattern that felt way too good. He would lean down and kiss you softly savoring the taste of your lips. Those plush lips that always had some kind of gloss on. Holding your face in his hands he’d run his fingers over your skin as if to put you at ease.

“Oh baby, I can show you. You look so pretty down here.”

Groaning at the thought of a sweet smile on your lips as you put your trust in him. You’d blush at the praise and he’d grab your hair tie and pull your hair back. He’d unzip his pants and free himself from the boxer’s that became far too tight. Changing his pace he pumped himself harder – desperately – and he felt his leg twitching hopelessly. You’d give him a shy look and he’d guide your hand to his cock.

“Bucky… you’re too big.”

Your eyes would be almost as big as his ego.

Nearly letting himself go he took a shaky breath feeling the pre-cum leaking from his almost painful erection. Grabbing your face he’d slip his fingers past your lips feeling how warm it was, feeling your tongue press against his fingers. You wouldn’t cough, You wouldn’t even look uncomfortable.

“Little bit at a time, hm?”

Hesitantly you would nod then put the most gentle on the underside of his cock. “Holy shit.” He groaned upset with how he was torturing himself with this imagery.

Metal gripped at the sheets while flesh gripped at flesh.

You’d wrap your lips around him and he’d hold onto your hair whispering profanities. Pulling you until you took him all the way, and he’d revel in the warm feeling of your mouth. Pulling back he’d smile at the thin string of saliva that connected the two of you.

“Good?”

You’d say in a breathless voice. His sweet little sunshine looked for praise he’d so willingly give.

“Baby, you’re so good. Amazing. Perfect. My girl.”

He’d say, just possessive as he could be shoving his cock down your throat rather aggressively. He’d go until he couldn’t anymore, and you wouldn’t so much as whine in complaint. Finishing in your mouth watching you take it so well. He’d straighten himself up then grabbing you up grinning at the way your makeup had run down your face.

“Did you?”

He would ask curiously, encouraging you to open your mouth. You’d wiggle in his lap sticking Your tongue out, and he’d see no trace of his spend.

“Hm. What a good girl.”

Gripping the sheets he groaned and tried catching his breath.

Bucky blinked a few times bringing himself back to reality.

Then a crushing realization dawned on him.

He’d have to look you in the eyes again, and pretend he didn’t think about the most heinous shit ever. Pretend like he didn’t just make an absolute mess of himself in the late hours of night thinking about fucking your mouth. Looking down he was quietly disappointed in himself, but at the same time the monster in his mind was slightly appeased.

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An Unexpected Distraction (Fluff?)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

You sat in class trying desperately to focus on the lesson being taught. You bit your lip in false concentration attempting to listen to the words your professor spoke.

The History of Hogwarts... founded in...

Though you could hear what Professor Binns said, his words went in one ear and out the other. You simply couldn’t focus.

And the blonde behind you was the culprit of your distress. You could feel his eyes burning at the back of your head as they so often did. This had become a recent predicament that was becoming a strong distraction.

When he was around you couldn't think, you could barely even breathe with his gaze following your every move.

Your stomach twisted and heart leapt when you felt a finger tap at your shoulder and a breathy voice at your ear. “Hey, let me borrow a quill would you?”

With a nod you reached in your bag and handed him a quill, not missing when he brushed his fingers against yours. The action lasting far to long to be an accident.

“Thanks, doll.” He said, his hot breath fanning once more against your ear.

You could almost see his lips tilting up into a cocky smirk, the idea making your cheeks flare a deep shade of red.

His chuckle behind you only worsened your current state. Professor Binns seemed to notice your distress and voiced out his worries.

“Y/N, are you alright?” He asked in a tired, monotone voice. Though his eyes held a genuine concern.

You felt only further embarrassed and wished for the ground to open and swallow you whole. “Yes sir.” You said quietly, sinking down in your chair and devoting your utter most attention to the blotch of ink on your paper.

Draco only laughed further, his foot coming up to rest at the leg of your chair. You sighed shakily and glanced at the clock.

Ten minutes left, ten minutes that would feel like an eternity.

I got the power [p.p]

pairing: room/flatmate!Peter Parker x reader

summary: You and Peter get closer when the power in your building goes out for a day.

warnings: smut (f masturbation, oral f receiving, + penetration, I didn't mean to make it that way but reading it back it could be implied that it's Peter's first time but it depends on you lol), a bad joke about sex/masturbation?, Peter's physics book lmao idk where that came from

word count: 3k

a/n: this was just supposed to help me get out of a writing slump but I think it turned out cute so why not share it?

“What should we get for dinner?” You ask Peter from across the living room, trying to switch the light on.

You frown when the light switch turns but the light stays off.

Peter gets up and stands next to you with his arms crossed, “They said the electricity would be out until four. It’s five already.”

You try the other lights in your shared apartment but neither the lights nor any of the plugs are working. There was some maintenance work in the building that required the power to be out for a few hours but it should have been working again by now.

One of the electricians shows up at your door a while later, apologising for the inconvenience and letting you know you won’t have any power until tomorrow morning.

You and Peter try to make the best of it.

You go out for dinner, staying at the restaurant longer than needed. It’s nice talking to Peter though. You’re both busy and considering you live together, you haven’t really been seeing much of him.

Okay, there might be some reasons other than you just being busy.

You noticed a few weeks ago how attracted to Peter you’d become, and it was right after you moved in together out of convenience. You went from being strangers who’d seen each other at college once or twice to living in the same three-room apartment. You didn’t know if he felt the same and didn’t want to find out how awkward it would be if you made a move and he didn’t like you back but you’d still have to live together.

So you decided to just stay away from him for a while.

But as you watch him happily drink his strawberry milkshake and dip a fry into it, you realise you like him nevertheless.

There are moments where you think he likes you back, but he’s that nice to everyone. At least, you imagine he is; you don’t actually know. You haven’t seen him interact with other people that much, especially not with women. Maybe you’re just trying to convince yourself not to start something with the guy you live with. But maybe you should take the risk, let yourself be happy.

Peter snaps you out of your thoughts, “We should do this more often. I like spending time with you.” He says it with a light blush on his cheeks that you can see even in the dark as you two walk home. You’re trying to pass the time, but it really is nice.

“We should,” you smile at him, “I like spending time with you too.”

You and Peter have another snack at home, out of sheer boredom. The fridge is nearly empty as your grocery shopping day is tomorrow anyway, so at least the food won’t be spoiled from the lack of electricity and cooling. You eat whatever you have left in there and enjoy it together on the sofa in the dark.

Peter is done eating before you and you notice him tinkering by the windowsill, and out of the corner of your eye you see him switching on a small light.

Hope bursts through you for a second, but it’s just his solar-powered lamp.

“You wanna use it?” He asks you, and it’s cute that he offers it to you when he could use it just as well.

You walk over to him and decide you don’t need a light for what you want to do next.

“No thanks, you have it,” you comb your hand through his hair and press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Don’t come in my room, cause that’s what I’ll be doing,” you tell him.

“Coming in your room?— oh. Um yeah sure, sure,” he picks up a book to hide his reddening face in and turns away from the light.

You don’t have locks on your bedroom doors so you’ve been telling Peter whenever you need privacy. After the first few times of telling him, you figured he knew what you were doing anyway, so there’s no point in pretending you’re doing something else.

You manage to find your vibrator in the dark of your room and decide to use your imagination tonight as you don’t want to use up the already low battery of your phone to read or watch something.

As you pull off your underwear and switch the vibrator on, attaching the clit-sucking toy to your bare pussy, you find your mind drifting to Peter. You try to stop it, but none of your other fantasies are as appealing.

His boyish charm and awkwardness somehow do it for you, and you wonder if he’s similarly clumsy in bed. You imagine he’d just let you use him however you liked but he’d still be eager to learn and do exactly what you say.

You think of those times you’ve seen him shirtless, and you think of that time he saw you in just a towel when you came out of the shower and he couldn’t move fast enough to hide how hard he suddenly was.

You imagine pulling down those grey sweatpants he always wears at home and you bet he’d get hard so fast.

Focussing on the vibration around your clit, you arch your back, thinking about wrapping your lips around Peter’s cock.

Your fantasy goes on until you’re close, your belly wildly fluttering with the first sparks of pleasure until suddenly, it stops.

You sit up in confusion, trying to turn your vibrator back on, slapping it against your palm a few times and you huff. By the time you’ve realised that the battery must have run out, you’re nowhere close to an orgasm anymore. You rub your clit for a few seconds but you can’t be bothered anymore.

You could easily finish with your fingers but after the promised high with the vibrator, your fingers won’t feel as good.

You clean your vibrator and check the plug to charge it, but the power is still out.

After you put on some underwear, you join Peter in the living room. You plop down on the seat opposite him where he’s reading in the light of his solar lamp.

“Not satisfied?” He asks shyly, noticing your mood.

“The battery ran out before I could come. And I can’t charge it.”

“Oh,” he hums, “Why don’t you just.. use your hands?”

“It’s not the same,” you sigh.

He lets out another hum of acknowledgment, opening the book he’s holding.

“We have hundreds of fun books here and you’re reading Advanced physics in everyday life?” You laugh.

“It’s interesting,” he says, “But I don’t know what’s so advanced about it. I’ve known all of this since I was fourteen.”

You smile, “Sorry, forgot what a nerd you are.”

“Hey!”

“It’s not a bad thing… Does your not-advanced physics book also say how to make a vibrator work again?”

He looks down as his cheeks turn red, “I uh don’t think so. But it did say something about the physics of um sex actually. Oral sex.”

“Who’s receiving?” You ask, leaning in towards Peter where he’s going through the pages of the book. You can practically feel the heat radiating off him.

“It uh said something about um..” he finds the page, “Eating-.. I mean. A woman receiving.”

You grin, “Don’t tell me you can’t say the word pussy.”

He looks at you defensively, “Of course I can say pussy.” You notice how his voice gets weaker at the end, smiling to yourself.

“I love when you get all flustered,” you twirl a strand of Peter’s hair around your finger, pulling it a little.

His hair’s getting longer, you haven’t cut it for him in a while.

You love those evenings where you cut his hair, standing in the bathroom with Peter for hours because you both can’t stay serious for long, always giggling about anything and everything.

“I’m not flustered,” he says after a while.

You raise your eyebrows with a smile, leaning your elbows on your knees so you’re even closer to him.

“Here, look,” Peter turns his book toward you to show you the page about oral sex.

“I really don’t wanna read about orgasms after ruining my own right now. But tell me about it.”

“Um well it’s just… I don’t know. A tutorial for oral sex based on physics. Kinda. It’s boring.”

“Is the tutorial good?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t tried this uh method out yet,” his eyes meet yours and despite his blush and shyness around the topic of sex, he doesn’t stop looking at you.

“Wanna experiment on me?” You ask it casually. Peter swallows and licks his lips, eyes darting between yours and the book.

You give him a challenging look. He knows that if he’ll brush it off as a joke, so will you, but if he says yes you’re up for it just as much.

“Y-yeah,” he whispers after half an eternity.

“That doesn’t sound like enthusiastic consent, Peter. Tell me what you want,” you tease him some more, but you see his sureness wavering at your words.

“But do you.. I mean. Are you serious?” He asks, voice full of shyness.

“My friends all think I have a crush on you,” you say.

“Are they right?” He asks and you see hope behind his eyes.

“And they also think you have a crush on me,” you continue as Peter gulps, “Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to say we both gave in, and that we didn’t manage to go without fucking each other just because we had no electricity for a few hours?”

“Why would it be embarrassing?”

“I don’t know. You’d think we have something better to do.”

Peter is overthinking the situation too much to notice your light tone. “I don’t think it’s a bad thing to do things that you’ve been wanting to do for a while once you come to terms with it and um, I just mean, when you’re forced to deal with your feelings because you have nothing else to do—”

You tilt Peter’s chin up with your fingers and kiss him. He shuts up immediately and drops the book he was holding.

Mid first kiss, Peter slides off his chair and drops to his knees in front of you.

You grin at his eagerness, holding his face in your hands and pulling him even closer.

“I wanna do this,” he says between kisses.

“Tell me what you wanna do.”

“I want—wanna eat your pussy.” He says it with confidence this time and you lean back into your chair, pulling him between your legs.

He’s still kneeling on the carpet, hands finding your waist, your hips, your thighs, touching as much as he can.

You raise your hips and start pulling off your panties. You leave them at your knees and Peter takes over, pulling them off with an excitement you’ve never seen on him.

Peter pushes your legs apart and you lift them towards you so he can get an even better view.

He sits in front of you, mesmerised for a few seconds. His hands wander up and between your thighs, spreading your lips to see all of you. Peter’s eyes flicker between your pussy and your face a few times, as if asking you if he really gets to see this, asking if he’s really worthy of it.

You give him a nod, pulling your big shirt over your chest. You feel hot.

But Peter sits up and pulls it off you completely, hands landing on your tits as he kisses you once more.

“You sure?” He asks against your lips.

“Please, Peter. I need you to eat my pussy right now.”

He kisses his way down your body, starting at your neck, staying by your chest longer than necessary, trailing down your belly and kissing you right above your clit.

“Okay, let me..” He fumbles to pick up the book again but you quickly kick it out of his hand.

“You will not be reading a book while you eat me out, Peter. You don’t need to anyway, trust me.”

With how wet you are, you can’t imagine him not making you cum.

“Okay.. do I just..” He looks at you for guidance, and you scoot forward a little, burying your hand in his hair and pushing his face against your pussy.

He hums in pleasure and kisses your pussy a few times, with a lot of pressure and right on your clit. It feels good for the first few seconds but you tell him to use his tongue.

Peter looks up at you, eyes alert and focussed, as he starts licking up your pussy again and again.

When he sees your head lolling back in pleasure, he starts looking at what he’s doing between your legs.

And that’s when he begins sucking your clit between his lips. A mix of his spit and your arousal starts running down you and ruins the seat, but you couldn’t care less, bracing yourself on the arms of the chair.

“Who taught you that?” You ask, swallowing down a moan, your back arching.

“It said in the book that sucking—”

“No no no, don’t stop,” you sit up to press his face closer to you, but you feel his tongue on you again already.

You focus on nothing but Peter’s mouth on your bare pussy and the sounds he’s making, both his muffled moans and the wetness of his mouth against your wet pussy.

You can feel Peter tasting you, humming while his face is buried between your legs. His lips stay on your clit the whole time, sucking and sucking until he starts shaking his head from side to side. You think he’s just doing it to bury his face even deeper in you, but the added friction is what makes your thighs squeeze against his head as you cum on his tongue with an ecstasy you haven’t felt in ages.

Peter lets you come down from your high, licking you up until you’re too sensitive. You tug him up by his shirt, smashing your lips against his.

“Was that good? Should I do it again?” He asks with a grin.

You shake your head, “I need you to fuck me now.”

“Oh,” his eyes become wide with joy, “Like..” he motions towards his sweatpants and you lick your lips when you look down to see the bulge.

“Yeah. You inside of me.”

“Okay,” he beams, picking you up and walking towards the door but you tell him it’s too far so you both end up on the sofa, Peter between your legs.

You help him tug off his shirt while he gets rid of his sweatpants. You have to stop yourself from appreciating his body for longer than a few seconds because nothing is bigger than the urge to have Peter fill you up right now. He still ends up running to your room to get a condom and comes toppling back to you, with a hundred more kisses to your lips.

Hovering over you and with your arms around his shoulders, Peter lines himself up with your pussy and slowly pushes in. He fits inside you perfectly and you feel satiated for a few seconds.

“You feel so good,” he all but whimpers, his forehead pressed against yours as he starts thrusting into you, the whole sofa shaking with his movements.

You tighten your arms around him to have his chest right against yours and you moan his name with a need you don’t recall ever feeling for anyone else.

Peter groans and stills, keeping his eyes closed for a few seconds until you realise he just came.

“It’s okay,” you kiss all over his face, overcome with quiet laughter as he drops down next to you on the small couch.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, hiding his face in your neck, “Can I eat you out again?”

You smile at his shy voice and hold his hand as he sits up again and gets between your thighs.

“Use your fingers this time,” you say.

“I wanted to earlier but you were enjoying yourself so much that I didn’t want to ruin it,” he looks at you and you smile at him. You both forget to speak for a few moments, holding each other’s gazes.

“You’re not gonna ruin it. I’ll tell you what to do,” you say after some time. Peter snaps out of his daydream and happily lifts your legs.

You lie on the sofa for hours to come with his tongue on your pussy.

.

You’re in bed hours later, getting ready to go to sleep.

You hear a knock and see Peter slowly opening the door, hugging his pillow.

“Hey, I just realised that we have no heating either so.. just so you know if you’re uh cold or something, we can sleep together to stay warm,” he says softly.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“If you wanna cuddle just say that,” you smile but you’re not sure if he can even see it.

“Okay. I wanna cuddle.”

“Come here then,” you pat your bed and lift your blanket, Peter quickly slipping into bed next to you.

You turn towards him and he’s quiet for a while, his breathing shallow.

“Where’s your face?” You ask into the dark, your hands making their way from Peter’s shoulders to his cheeks. Once you’re certain that you’ve found his mouth, you press a kiss to his lips.

He lets out a breath of relief and smiles against the corner of your mouth, putting an arm around your waist, “Your friends are right by the way.”

“Hm?”

“I do have a crush on you,” he says.

You kiss him again, grinning into his hair, “They were right about me too.”

Peter suddenly sits up and lifts you on top of him, your legs around his waist. “Really? You like like me? For more than sex?” He asks.

“Yeah. ‘ve liked you for a while.”

You hear him mutter an oh my god under his breath as he kisses all over your face for a few minutes.

“Can I take you out some time? A date, just your gorgeous self and me?” He asks, arms around your back.

“I’d love to.”

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 / 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏 ! 𝖻𝖿 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝘂𝘀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗆 ! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 <𝟥

𝗿𝗲𝗺𝘂𝘀 who pulls your chair closer to his, narrowing his eyes, mouth pulled into a tight frown as one of your guy friends wave at you. he’s so possessive and territorial over his girl, so much so, he doesn’t say a thing when sirius and james happen to prank or tease any other boy associated with you. and when you walk into the common room, pout on your face, scolding sirius and james for their antics, remus is barely able to hide his sly smile, tongue prodding the inside of his cheek. all he can do is pull you onto his lap and grip your waist tightly, ghosting his lips over the span of previous marks on your neck. “hush, dove. you’re too stupid to know what’s good for you.”

𝗿𝗲𝗺𝘂𝘀 who can barely control himself every time you’re wearing a skirt or a dress, squeezing and pinching your thighs, relishing in the sound of your squeals and whines every time he gropes the flesh. he’s unable to stop his perverted tendencies, murmuring soft apologies throughout the day, to you and only you. contrary, near the full moon, he leaves the kindness and faux guilt behind, telling you to shut up, and let him play with you. he can’t help the way his cock throbs in his slacks, looking at the way your thighs spill over your knee high stockings. seeing you in something so pure can’t help but turn his mind into absolute filth.

remus who relishes in the endless stream of tears streaming down your face as he pounds into your slick cunt. “i know, baby. i know.” he tries so hard to memorize the worried frown on your face, eyes big and wide, lips quivering as the sound of your soft gasps and whines escape them. he knows it’s bad. he knows he should go easier on you, when you look up at him so helplessly, begging him to slow down and give your puffy cunt a small break. “you know, sweetheart, i’d take you more seriously if you weren’t so fucking wet.”

Obsessed

Summary: Head canon of Draco having a tit kink.

Warnings: Smut. Tit kink, titty fucking, nipple play, tit sucking, just tits.

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Draco with a tit kink:->

Draco Malfoy is a tit guy, always has and always will be, even though he loves every part of you equally, boobs come first.

He loves the feel of them in his hands, soft and smooth. How they fit perfectly in his hands.

Sometimes you would have your back turned and he'd come behind you and just give them a rough squeeze.

They're almost like his stress ball, you would often find his hand tucked beneath your shirt, massaging and kneading your breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples inbetween his fingers.

Him randomly pulling your shirt up and your bra down to suck on your tits.

He loves seeing them painted with dark blue and purple hues, that he made and his hand print on them from slapping your breasts.

The way he would accompany each one of his sucks and licks with the thrust of his hips.

Let's be honest, he has ruined almost every one your bras, just because he was too impatient to unclasp it.

Nothing is more satisfactory than seeing them fall out of their restraints.

But he is thankful for the fact that you don't wear bras at night, so he can just play with them anytime he wants during the night.

Uses your boobs as a pillow.

No matter the position he will always play with them.

Missionary: Just bend down and suck on your nipples and bite the soft skin of your tender breasts. Squeezing them and also slapping them as he pounds your pussy.

Cowgirl: Fucking loves to see them bounce up and down as you ride him. Fucking your tits with his mouth and hands.

Doggy style: Will use your boobs as support and knead them as he would slam his cock into you from behind.

Also is addicted to seeing his cum spread over them.

"Where does my baby, want my cum?" He said as his thrusts became sloppy inside of you, "On my tits, daddy" you reply. Draco let out a loud moan, instantly pulling out, stroking his cock hard and fast and spilling his cum all over your chest.

Or him face fucking you.

"Fucking, cock slut. Sucking me off so well" Draco groaned as the bobbing of your head got faster, flicking your wrist and hollowing your cheeks more. "Want me paint your tits with my cum?" Draco panted as he thrust his hips into your mouth. Pulling your mouth off him, ropes of hot thick cum would land on them. His cum dripping down from your boobs to your stomach.

He just can't go by more than a week without fucking them.

To him nothing his better than the feel of your beautiful tender breasts squeezing his cock.

"Yes, that's it. Atta girl. Keep doing that. Keep fucking my cock on your chest"

The tip of his cock constantly hitting your chin as he bucked his hips, fucking his cock in the space between your boobs as you held them together with your hands, looking up at him with doe-eyes. "Fuck, gonna cum all over your pretty little tits"

In conclusion, Draco Malfoy is obsessed with your tits.

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