bakerstreet | smut picture prompts for all my ho ho hos

Gonna need you to take off the clothes, then.

( his voice is rough, a raspy scrape edged with desire that seems to happen whenever she's around him. he doesn't pull his hand away from her breast, rolling his thumb over her nipple while subtly pressing his hips forward into her hand.

he breathes hotly against her skin, lips finding the spot behind her ear before his hand skims down to try and slide underneath the shirt that she's wearing. it's tight since wearing loose clothing for the type of thing she does isn't smart but god, he wishes it weren't so tight right now. )

Take them off right now. ( he can be patient sometimes but she's damn lucky he's not just trying to rip them off her body. not that he still couldn't but he's exercising some restraint for the moment. )

( the issue she’s having with stripping down is that she has to untangle from him. logically, she knows bare skin would feel a lot more satisfying. neither one of them needs that much build-up, now, after spending the last eternity letting their fantasies run wild. but god, his hand skimming up her stomach feels nice. she's having much of the same roadbloack with fumbling to get her hand between denim and his underwear to grasp him more fully. )

You could literally tear them off with your bare hands. ( she’s grateful he doesn’t but better the basic black shirt than an expensive dress. mia breaks away from him before she hears cotton shredding, lifting the shirt over her head quickly and tossing it. the sports bra and black panties go next, unceremoniously pushed aside by her foot.

she hooks her fingers under his waistband, fully intent on liberating him of his pants, too. maybe she gets a little sidetracked by stepping up on her tiptoes to kiss him sloppy, a slide and press of lips that drifts down along his jaw. )

( she's right, he could rip them right off her. he's done it before and he could do it again and bucky almost takes that as permission before she steps away and takes matters into her own hands. probably smart because it saves her clothes and she gets to feel the heat of his gaze as he watches her strip her clothes off. it's not the first time he's seen her naked but it still sends a thrill through him that's still thrumming by the time she steps back and reaches to take his pants off.

he doesn't make a move to stop her, too intent on kissing her until she's breathless. his hands suddenly remember that she's naked and he winds one arm around her, fingers raking down her back before grabbing at her ass to tug her closer against him.

that might make the whole thing of getting his pants off a little more difficult but he's not out and out trying to stop her. he's just kissing her so hard he thinks his lips are going to be swollen and he's touching her because she's naked and he's addicted. )

( as long as she catches his gaze and sees excitement there, she’s good. she doesn’t know what she’d do, now, with a partner that would eventually start to question how many times she could trip in a week. it’s a relief not having to explain the scars and scrapes. she gets bucky’s jeans to his thighs before she relents, overtaken by the passion of his kiss. she needs something to hold onto if he’s going to bruise their lips like that and the only thing close enough is him.

mia finds purchase on his chest, lets them travel up to the solidity of his shoulders. her moan gets swallowed up between them when he pulls her flush to him again. it’s still not enough. this time she grabs a fistful of his hair and guides his head back as gently as she can. she’s not trying to yank his hair so much as she’s parting their mouths with a wet pop to take a couple sharp breaths. then, without preamble, she basically hops up to climb him, giving him very little warning.

but she’s got a pretty decent grip with her arms around the back of his neck and her legs around his waist. better to have him between her thighs in some capacity than not at all. she hopes he can get his pants the rest of the way without toppling them, but hey, she's had worse tumbles. )

That's better, ( she admits a bit hoarsely, then flicks her tongue to lick back into his mouth. )

( all the tugging's she's doing on his hair is going right to his groin, right to his cock and he can feel himself getting harder and harder the more she touches, the more she grabs.

when she starts working his pants down, he's almost grateful but she has other plans and before bucky really knows it, she's in his arms. he catches her, making sure to not drop her on her ass. his hands curve around her thighs, blunt nails digging into her skin. he doesn't immediately move, leaning into her when she moves to kiss him again.

he knows that his pants are only halfway down and he probably looks ridiculous but he's too caught up in kissing her to worry about them so he'll deal with looking ridiculous for a few more moments. )

( effectively trapping him in place in order to hold onto him is greedy, she knows that. mia wants to indulge in having bucky standing still, powerless for a few seconds (though he never is, he chooses to be), and absolutely hers. she can feel the nails of one hand indenting her thighs, a precautionary testament to waning fortitude, and the cool press of metal on the other. )

Sorry. ( she murmurs airily for being selfish and skims her fingertips from his hairline down to the cut of his jaw, too soft compared to how crushing their mouths fixed upon each other. if anyone looks silly, it's her with black and green smudged around her eyes, which she's likely stained enough pillowcases with. ) Guilty of not thinking that one through.

Let me down. Let me— ( she's just going to wiggle in lieu of finishing that sentence. )

( the problem becomes that he doesn't want to let her down even if he wants to get his pants off. he wants to keep her right there against him, weight resting against his cock while his hands dig into all that warm skin of hers.

but, the want of getting his pants off wins out and he gently let's her down though he doesn't move far away. he sways closer, lips finding the curve of her shoulder and he bites down with the intention of leaving a mark while he guides her hands to his pants so she can get him the rest of the way naked.

he picks his head up, lips against her cheek while he waits for her to shove his pants down because he wants more than anything to feel his skin against hers. )

( there’s not a singular fiber of her being that wants down to put distance back between them. she’s pretty sure she could nearly get them off from just grinding against him, right there in his hands. she’s wet and her inner thighs are a little messy, and he’s got to be getting close to uncomfortably hard without much relief.

she cries out when he bites her, scraping the skin there red. she’d chastise him for leaving a mark but it’s not like anyone else is going to see it.

she shucks his pants off of him and his underwear next, freeing his cock so that she can wrap her hand around him. she’s prone to distractions, particularly when he fits so well between her manicured fingers. if he doesn’t move them, she’s about ten seconds from sinking to her knees and getting her tongue around him. )

( he knows that he should start moving, get them to the couch or the bed or something but every single thought leaves his head when she gets a hand around his cock. she doesn't even have to stroke him or move her hand, just the act of feeling her fingers wrap around his hot, hard skin is enough to make him jolt.

he exhales raggedly and curves a hand around her neck to pull her into a kiss, proving to himself and to her that she hasn't completely derailed him even if he hasn't done what he needs to do and gotten them moving. he'll blame her for that and how he needs to kiss her after everything else tonight. he hasn't gotten his fill yet. )

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