Emerald-writes - Emerald Whore

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Tonight, I am thinking about Curtis being in a mood. The kind of mood where not only does he want to decimate you, and pump you full of him, he wants to cover you in his seed, mark you as his…

So prepare yourself for a marathon o’ ruin, and just this sinful visual of him kneeling between your sprawled thighs, looming over you as he finishes himself with his big hand and aims all that warm, sticky cream your way.

His groans are a song of carnal sin as he paints you with his seed, and once he’s done, my good hoe, that big hand of his is trading his cock for your belly so he can slooowly smear his pleasure all along your skin 😶‍🌫️🫠

Okay, byyye 👋🏻

Using a random number generator I got 5,3,13 (truth or dare, fuckboy!Bucky, and breeding kink)

I have so many ideas, I must go write 🥴🥴🔥🔥🔥🥵🥵🥵🥵❤️❤️❤️

Well, this is exactly what it looks like: a Bucky Barnes smut menu.

Feel free to leave a comment on this, send me a DM, or an ask with a request that chooses one number from each of the three categories on the menu: one trope, one version of Bucky, and one kink/smutty detail that you want to be at the forefront of the fic.

If there's something you'd like to see that isn't on the list, that's what the custom option is for! Let me know what you want and I'lI let you know if it's something I feel comfortable with trying. This menu is made up of tropes, versions of Bucky, and kinks/smutty details that I for sure feel comfortable writing about, but that doesn't mean I'm not open to maybe trying some other things.

As with my previous Christmas event, there is no guarantee that your request will be completed, but I will try to do quite a few! I do not currently allow anonymous submissions but you can let me know if you would rather not be tagged if I decide to use your request.

P.S If any other writers out there would like to use this menu or would like one similar with their own specifications, let me know and l'll send it to you or make you one!

Perhaps a dance?

Bucky x GN!reader

Summary: Reader owns an amazing bakery near avengers tower When Tony Stark's assistant calls in a large order for a party celebration hosted by the man himself. As you bring in the sweets and pastries you meet a handsome man with a metal arm, he seems to take a liking to you. 

Word count: 2215

Warnings: None

No pronouns used for Reader

You owned a beautiful bakery in the heart of New York, called ‘Cupcake Corner”  -it's risky being so close to the infamous avengers tower- but worth it, each time a smiling customer bit into a cake, pie, cookie, cupcake or muffin. 

 You looked down at the large order you finished writing

 “Just to double check it all, you wanted 7 dozen cookies, 10 dozen cupcakes, 2 three-tier cakes, 2 apple pies, 3 cheesecakes, 2 blueberry pies and 3 tins of cinnamon rolls. Yes?”

“Correct, all delivered to avengers tower on August 5th, at 8pm sharp. I will send half the money now, and you will receive the rest day of delivery” Mr.Starks assistant, Stacey replied “also you are welcome to stay for a few drinks, courteous of Mr.Stark”

“Oh my, thank you! I will have that all ready for you! Thank you very much” Smiling happily as you continued to prep for the day. Humming as you hung up and turned to your assistant Jack “holy shit! The avengers want our baked goods for a party Jack! Can you believe it! AND we get to go to an Avengers party!”

“That is great boss! It’ll be great for business, how long do we have to prep it?” Jack asks as he pops some cookies and muffins in the oven. Smiling, you skip over to the counter, organising the day's treats. “We have exactly a week to do it. I’ll do the cakes, Stark wants it decorated with iron man colours” You roll your eyes at Stark's famous ego.

“Well, let's get this day on with, hungry, paying customers are waiting outside jack!” You announce, happily moving towards the door as Jack finishes stocking the counter.

Walking into the bakery on August 5th you were filled with excitement and nerves. Shaking out those nerves you grabbed the pink and blue boxes with your logo, you packed up the cookies, and cupcakes, both decorated with iron man colours, and the avengers logo. 

“Hey Boss! Wonderful day huh?! Can't wait to see the avengers tower” Jack happily sang as he entered the large kitchen, filled with any baker's dream equipment and ingredients. 

“Jack! Right on time, grab the cakes for me please?” You asked, peering over at him as you busied yourself with grabbing the fresh baked goods for Jack to serve.

“Okay.. lets load this into the car, then we can head over to the tower” you say as you grab 3 of the boxes and walk out the door with Jack following close behind.

Placing the boxes in your little Volkswagen Beetle, you smile happily, close the door and turn to Jack “well I better get going, don’t wanna be late! Do I look alright?” You peer down at your outfit (fem  masc) and look back up at Jack “yeah! You look great as always, boss. You better get going before you’re late” 

You finally arrive at the tall, towering skyscraper topped with its iconic ‘A.’ 

You enter into the lobby, carefully carrying the first two boxes, you step up to the secretary beside a tall brunette man, with wide muscular shoulders and biceps that bulge and stretch his short sleeve shirt, You minutely shake your head to clear the unprofessional thoughts from your head. The mystery man’s head turns to you as you walk up to the desk.

“Hello, My name is Y/N. I am delivering the order from Cupcake Corner” You beamed as you placed the boxes down “I have more boxes I may need help bringing up ma’am” 

The secretary smiles, nods and picks up her phone “Mr.Stark, dessert is here. The owner will bring the boxes up, yes sir” 

As the secretary talks, the mysterious brunet smiles at you “I can help you bring the boxes up. I'm heading to the party as well” Turning, you look up and make eye contact, momentarily stunned as his sharp, blue eyes seem to peer into your soul. You will never admit that you don't want him to stop.

“Oh! I would appreciate it sir! I can show you my car in just a second” You breathed, as you kept eye contact with the tall adonis of a man.

“Bucky, please. Call me Bucky, doll. No need for fancy words like sir” ‘Bucky’ smirks at you. Nodding quickly with a blush you turn back to the secretary who has a sweet, almost knowing smile on her face “You can use the elevator to take the boxes up floor 50, Mr.Stark will be waiting for you there miss”

Nodding, you gesture for Bucky to follow you out to the car. “Just in here” You pop open the trunk, letting him grab out the two tall boxes that hold the perfectly designed cakes. “Careful! Don't drop them” you gasp and want to reach out, being defensive of your designs.

Chuckling he smiles down at you “Dont worry doll, I got it. I’ll be very careful, lead the way” 

Sighing awkwardly, you close the trunk, pick back up your boxes and walk into the lobby, and to the elevator. “Thank you, I appreciate it really. I hate carrying this many boxes up and down elevators” You smile at him gratefully 

“Not a problem, I like helping out when I can” He assured “So, are you staying for the party? You certainly look dressed for one” You aren't sure, but you swear his eyes look you up and down appreciatively. 

“Oh- uh yea! I am. Stark invited me to stay for a bit… so I dressed up” chucking softly as you both step out of the elevator to see Tony Stark standing by a long table, with a few other people milling about the room, setting up other kinds of food, and snacks.

“Ah! There you are, come in. You can set up here” Tony gestures to the empty table he is leaning on “Ah- you brought a stray, hey terminator” Chuckling he pats Bucky’s left shoulder as he passes him towards the other side of the room

“Thank you Mr.Stark!” you call out as you and Bucky set the first of the boxes down “okay.. There are only a few more boxes so you are welcome to go about your business. I can handle the rest Bucky, but thank you again” 

Chuckling bucky bumps your shoulder with his “nonsense, i'll help you bring the rest up. Lets go” He nods and gestures towards the elevator. 

While you both got the last few boxes up to the party room, you and Bucky made small talk, mainly he asked about your bakery. What you sell, where it is, how much you sell, opening times, etc.

“Well, I enjoyed this doll” Bucky smiled at you, placing the boxes he held down on the table, “I gotta go get ready, but i’ll see you at the party? Perhaps for a drink?” He probed, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Yea.. it was nice to talk to you. I do hope to see you at the party Bucky” Smiling up at him, you wave a quick goodbye as you watch him leave. Squealing internally at getting the attention of a handsome avenger like Bucky.

You quickly shake your head, reminding you that you’re working and need to remain professional while setting up, you turn to start unboxing and setting up your sweet treats.

After a few minutes Mr.Stark announces that party guests will begin to arrive soon, and that we are each welcome to stay, mingle, and drink. 

Pulling out your phone you check your hair and outfit to make sure you look presentable. Doors opening and elevators dinging pull you out of your thoughts as well dressed, gorgeous people walk into the room.

Your breath hitches as you see Bucky Barnes walk in wearing a gorgeous all black suit that stretches and fits his muscles perfectly. You clear your throat as you see him walking towards you. “Hey doll! This is Steve and Natasha. And this is Y/N the baker I told you about” Smiling as he looks at you.

“Oh my. Hello! It's so nice to meet you both, truely!” You cough slightly to focus your mind on the conversation, and not on the fact that the Bucky barnes talked about you to his avenger friends. 

Natasha walks forward and gives you a gentle hug “Hello, it's nice to meet you. Love the outfit” winking she grabs one of your cookies and bites into it, humming sweetly at the taste “delicious, might just have to steal dessert before dinner hmm?” You blush deeply at the praise, smiling at them, as both Steve and Bucky grab a cookie as well.

“Damn doll, this is amazing! Gonna have to come visit your bakery” Bucky smiles at you, lightly bumping his shoulder against yours. 

“They are right, it’s very good” Steve nodded as he bit into his cookie. “Tony picked a great bakery”

Laughing sweetly, wanting to hide your blushing face. “Thank you..”

Natasha and Steve get dragged away by some agent or other person. Leaving you and Bucky alone beside the table. “So, how about that drink I promised you?” Bucky offers out his arm to guide you both towards the loaded bar.

“Such a gentleman, I would love a drink” smiling happily, you link arms with the broad man. “I’ll have a vodka tonic” you tell the bartender

“And I will have a whisky” Bucky’s smooth deep voice distracts you. You look over at him, smiling and admire his side profile. 

He turns to look at you “what? Do I have something on my face already?” He teases, running his hand across the light stubble that decorates his sharp jawline.

“No, sorry… didn't mean to stare” You say, awkwardly looking away from his face. Not meaning to make him uncomfortable.

“It’s alright, I mean only if I can admire you back, doll~” He reassures, moving forward just a bit, testing the waters to see how you respond. “Or perhaps a dance?”

You gape “a dance? With me, really?” looking up at him, seeing him already watching you “of course, I mean I would love to!”

Bucky smiles broadly “perfect, lets finish our drinks first. I already see those punks watching us” Chuckling he looks over to see, Natasha, Steve, Sam, Clint, and Tony indiscreetly looking over at you and Bucky. 

“Oh my- they are” you say, flustered “oh gosh”

Bucky chuckles gently, passing you your drink “don't worry, we don’t have to go over. But I assure you they are very nice” 

As you both grab your drinks, Bucky guides you two towards the group of avengers, settled on a set of couches. “You punks gonna keep staring?” Bucky teases as he smacks Steve on the back of the head.

“We weren't staring! Just amazed that the grumpy tin-man is actually smiling and talking to someone!” Sam teases as he holds his hand out to shake “I’m Sam Wilson by the way”

Bucky and you settle on the empty loveseat, talking and joking amongst the famous avengers. You anticipated feeling outcasted, left out, and awkward. But the group is very kind and welcoming, you still feel awkward and anxious, although that's normal everyday you.

You are pulled from your thoughts by Sam calling your name “you wanna hear a fun story about tin-man there?” Smirking, you quickly nod, much to Bucky’s embarrassment and displeasure.

“This grumpy old man once tried to bake. It did not turn out well” Sam laughs along with each of the other avengers, while Bucky groans loudly as he remembers that moment.

“It was late, and he tried to bake a cake for everyone as a thank you. We entered the kitchen to burning cake, that was literally ON fire, and a panicking bucky running around the kitchen” 

You laugh loudly, turning to look at bucky seeing blush appear on his face.

“I think it’s time for that dance you promised me doll” Bucky quickly stands up, offering out a hand for you to take. Smirking you take his hand “perhaps I just need to teach you to bake?”

As you both walk away, you hear the laugh of the avengers. “Ha ha- hilarious! Real funny punks” Bucky grumbles as he guides you towards the dance floor, filled with bodies moving and grinding to the beat of the song. 

“Sorry Bucky.. It was fairly funny though” you assure him, turning to face him.

“It’s alright doll, I’ve accepted I'm not a baker. Trust me, I haven’t tried since that incident” 

The music suddenly changes to a slower love song, and when you look at the DJ you see Tony Stark standing beside the DJ and smirking at you and Bucky.

“I guess that's my cue” Bucky grins at you, pulling you closer “Shall we dance now doll?”

Thank you so much for reading! this is my first fic I've written and posted. Constructive criticism is welcome <3

Poor girl doesn’t stand a chance against his patience. Wonder when that very patience will crack? 🤔🤔

The Quiet Ones 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

Note: I really gotta finish my paper (don't worry I'm like 3/4 done).

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The light is there again. Bright, green, searing into your vision as it shines against the wall, weaving in perfectly between the curtains. Every night. Taunting you. And in the morning, gone. 

Can you call it a pattern after only three days?  

You don’t know what to call it. You don’t know what he wants from you. If he wanted to hurt you, he would by now, wouldn’t he? Or is this a sick game he’s playing? Whatever it is, it’s madness.  

You sit up and grab your pillow. You cross the room to the door and close it behind you. You put the pillow on the couch and pull down the folded throw across the back. You don’t expect to sleep out here either but you won’t have to stare at the insufferable dot. 

You lay down on your back and sigh at the ceiling. You stare up at the plaster until your eyes close on their own. Your shoulders are tense, your back too, every muscle in you has been knotted for days. You tried a hot shower, even a bath, but both just made you feel vulnerable. You’ve never been overly comfortable being naked but now you feel as if he can see your every movement. 

You tried some exercises in an effort to loosen up too. Those only made you dizzy due to your lack of sleep and rationing. Those should be a sign for you to rethink your strategy but your only other option is to face the danger. You know better than that. 

You huff as the last gray days pile on you. You open your eyes and bring your hand up to your forehead, trying to rub away the stress. You pause as a gleam flashes over your flesh. You drop your arm back down and raise yourself on your elbows. 

Jeez. 

Right there in the middle of your chest is the dot, rather a sliver of it. You look up as it glints in between the verticle blinds. You drop back down. Fine, whatever, if he’s going to shoot, he should just get it over with. You hate this limbo. It’s easy when you know what you’re waiting for. This is just torture. 

A sudden jarring jingle cuts through the din. You sit up, heart beating. It isn’t the deafening gunshot you expected. The green laser ripples through the darkness as you stagger up to your feet and cover your ears. You follow the blaring noise into the bedroom. 

Your phone lights up on your nightstand, flashing as you cross the space. You grab it and quickly silence it, staring at the screen in confusion. You keep your phone on silent, always. You never really use it for more than your banking and emails. On the screen, you see a map of your neighbourhood and a speck pulsing at the centre; your apartment. Huh. 

You remember dismissing that feature before. Several times when you got the phone it kept offering to set up the ‘find your phone’ app but you figured you wouldn’t need it. Yet, here it is, chiming and chirping at you. It isn’t a coincidence. It’s him. 

You peer over at the window and the green glare pours through. You look down again and find the dot right there. You shake your head and back away, hugging yourself as you flee back into the living room. It’s all so messed up and confusing. You don’t get how this can be happening. 

You go into the kitchen. No windows to haunt you there. You put your phone down and lean on the counter as you hold your head. You blow out a breath and you close your eyes. 

You try not to let yourself ask the questions but you’re so tired, you can’t keep fighting this hard. Who is he? How did he find you? Was that day at the cafe the first? Were you so obtuse that you never noticed him before? Does any of it matter? 

The silence shatters again as your phone erupts in a cacophony once more. You back away and cup your ears. You’ve never done well with noise, especially loud noise, or too much at once. It’s a sort of dissonance that makes your head spin. 

You scramble to grasp the phone, eardrums pulsing, and you hit the button again to hush it. You close out of the app and a notification pops up at the top of the screen. For a moment, you’re confused. The only messages you get are obvious scammers or stupid adverts you need to unsubscribe from. 

‘Get some beauty sleep.’ 

You scowl as you stare at the text. What does that even mean? Even if the number is private, you don’t need to guess. You know it’s him. He’s messing with you. You won’t respond, not even in writing. You delete the conversation entirely and shut the phone off. 

You leave it on the counter and go back to the couch. The laser awaits you. You lay down under it and resign yourself to your fate. The only comfort is he’s still out there and you’re in here. A ripple of fear courses through you as you wonder how long that can last. 

👄

Your mail doesn’t come to your door. It’s left in one of the dozens of metal boxes near the front door. Typically you go down to grab it twice a week. You haven’t gone once in the last six days. You don’t plan on it either. You get digital statements for everything anyhow. 

Yet, that doesn’t stop the special delivery from sliding underneath the door. You’re in your kitchen when you hear the soft whoosh. You go to the doorway and stare at the envelope on your floor as you lazily stir your instant coffee. You’re too tired to react with more than a yawn. 

You think it could be a notice from the building. They usually leave one when they have to do an inspection. Yet, there’s not sign of the rental companies logo and the envelope is black. You doubt they’ve rebranded. 

You sip from your coffee and sit at your desk. You login to the portal and open up a task. You don’t need to worry about all that. You muster all you have left for your daily toil. It’s the one thing you can’t forego; the one thing you share in common with other people, you need money to survive. 

You empty the coffee with careless gulps as you key through several tasks. The hours drag by, the clock ticking in the corner of the screen, second by second, minute by grueling minute. The days don’t matter, they all blend together in this hazy purgatory. 

You’re drawn from your mindless typing by the agonising growl of your stomach. You’re starving. Those times when you do let yourself eat, it isn’t much. Finally, your humanly needs have overcome your lack of appetite. You can’t deny it any longer. 

You return to the kitchen with your empty mug. You go to rinse it and water spurts forth, for just a second, then the pipes grind and run dry. You put the cup in the sink and cross your arm. You march out to the bathroom and try the sink in there with the same result. The faucet in the tub runs a little longer but peters out to a single drip. 

Hm, maybe that’s what the letter’s about. 

You sweep back out and scoop up the envelope. Just bending down makes you see stars. You put it on the counter and go to the cupboard to take out the salted crackers. You unfurl the top of the sleeve and wiggle one out. You munch on the stale square and slip your thumb under the flap of the envelop and tear. 

You put down the crackers and rip open one end of the envelope. You shake out the contents. It isn’t a letter. Just a folded pamphlet with something smaller inside. You unfold the spa booklet to uncover the all-inclusive pass within. You drop both and grip your head. 

Is this some sort of bribe? Bait? He’s trying to draw you out and with what? The worst experience you could think of? The smells, the touching, the people... 

You put it all back in the envelope. You don’t want it. You don’t even want it in your apartment. Your safe space. He’s invading it little by little. He can’t have it.  

You go to the door and shove it back under the bottom. You push it as far as you can and fall back, catching yourself on the wall. Your head hurts, you’re tired, you’re stressed, you’re afraid. You just want everything to go back the way it was. You want to be alone. That’s all you ever wanted. 

👄

You use your phone to authorise the two-factor sign-in to your bank account. You set it aside after confirming and wait for the screen to load. Your heart nearly stops as you see the balance. A few times you came too close to the red but this is not what you’re expecting. There’s about fifty thousand dollars extra. It has to be an error. 

You click on your chequing and bring up the next screen. There is is ‘50,000’ in bold green letters but it doesn’t say where it’s come from, just ‘authorised payment’ next to it. What the heck does that mean?  

Right below it you see your work deposit. That appears as usual. Company name, amount, account number. So what happened? 

You click the chat icon at the bottom of the page and wait for an agent to connect. You go through the typical automated questions; what is your issue? Account number? All of that. When you finally have a representative and explain the extra zeros in your account, the response is only three dots. 

You shake your head. You don’t need this. You have enough going on. Your water’s still out, you’re almost out of coffee, and you haven’t even started work. Halfway through and it feels like you’ve only just started a new week. You frame your face as you await the response. 

‘Hello, miss. Thank you for your patience. We have found no error in this transfer.’ 

You lean back and whine. That doesn’t make sense.  

‘Can I know where the money came from?’ You type. 

‘The payee is listed as London Fog LLC. It appears to be a business payment.’ 

You close your eyes. What? That makes no sense. It... can’t be. 

‘Can you reverse the payment, please?’ You input. 

‘We can attempt to reverse this. This might take a few days to process. We will keep the ticket open until this is done.’ 

‘Thank you.’ 

You close out the chat. That’s as best as you can do. It’s all so weird and you can’t deny the nagging truth. It’s not an error or a coincidence. It’s that stranger. He is playing a very confusing game. 

Your phone lights up and your eyes flit down. You lean in to glimpse the notification before it minimises. ‘Happy hump day <3’. You quickly black out the screen and flip it over. Leave me alone! 

👄

You almost expect the knock on your door. Deep down, you knew it was coming. Noon, on the dot. It’s Wednesday. 

“London Fog express!” He calls through. “Ew, this one’s gone a bit bad.” 

You hear him shifting around before the handle turns without give. He wiggles it and sighs. He huffs and you can tell by his shadow he’s leaning on the door. 

“Look, jellybean, I came all the way here, even burnt myself on this thing,” he says through the door, “you know, I’ve had some late nights...” he pauses as you sit silent, unmoving at your desk. “You don’t have to do more than open the door and take the cup. Promise, I won’t try nothing. I mean, I’ve been pretty patient, haven’t I?” 

You press your fingers to the edge of your desk to keep from shaking. 

“Right, I guess... I haven’t even introduced myself. How forgetful. Name’s Lloyd, but you could call me like L or love bear or... snookums. Something sweet like that.” 

You can’t. You’re going to pass out from absurdity. This man is psychotic. 

“You know, I’m a pretty handsy—handy guy. I could fix that water issue you got going on--” 

Holy cow. How does he know—how could he? He wouldn’t be able to just shut off your water. Right? 

“See, I get you, baby face, you’re the quiet type. You like to keep to yourself. That’s fair but everyone needs someone. I see that now,” he rambles through the door as it groans against his lean, “I didn’t before. Then I saw you and everything changed. It’s me and you, cupcake.” 

You stand and shudder, walking stiffly around the corner and towards the door. You step up and try to see through the peep hole. It’s still black. You exhale and sniff. 

“What do you want?” You croak. 

Silence. The door shifts as he takes his weight off of it. He soles scuff on the other side. 

“Hi,” his voice softens, “how are you, jellybean?” 

You close your eyes. You just want an answer. You cross your arms and rocks, a soothing gesture as your nerves bubble up. 

“Yeah, that’s okay, I know you’re not much of a talker. We balance each other out like that. I’m doing okay, you know? Cafe was a bit crowded but I got your latte. Foam shouldn’t have fallen yet so if you just want to open--” 

“What do you want?” You step closer to the door and raise your voice. 

He scoffs into a hum, “isn’t it obvious, babes?” 

You open your eyes and bit your upper lip. 

“You, baby cakes. Simple as that,” he drawls, “so why don’t you grab your tea and we can have a little sit down.” 

“Go away.” 

He huffs and clicks his tongue, “don’t be like that, sweetie.” 

“I don’t know you--” 

“I’m Lloyd, your love bear--” 

“Stop. I want you to leave me alone.” 

Another sharp exhale from the other side. A lull that prickles across your skin. 

“I can’t do that.” 

You wince, “please...” 

“All you have to do is open the door, jellybean. You know I’m a good guy. I’ve been looking out for you. Every night,” something drags down the door. “You can’t lock yourself away forever.” 

You step back and lean on the wall weakly. He’s delusional and you’re so tired. You’re almost tempted to open the door just to get it over with. You sink down onto your butt and hug your knees. 

“No.” 

That’s all you say. It’s all you can eke out.  

He taps on the door lightly and sucks his teeth. “Well, guess I gotta amp up my game.” 

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How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, touching, licking, flicking,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

he arched his back, his breath shuddering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)

It's Bucky. Remember me?