Idk if many of you lovely folks are still around but I've got an itch to scratch and I'm determined to make it everyone's problem (it's what I do)
All I've been able to think of recently is delicious, filthy, slow sex with dad's best friend Bucky who's worshipping every inch of you
Messy, breathy kisses from his soft pink lips, trailing from the nape of your neck until he can't reach any further down your spine and then back up again. There's nowhere else in the world he needs to be and absolutely nowhere else he would want to be.
His own quiet, husky sighs almost catch him by surprise. They're totally involuntary but you deserve to hear them. Dear God, you're earning them.
He's not sure he's got a handle on his own desire when you glide yourself down onto his cock again. Your body is slick and warm and delicious, hugging his shaft in a way that's going to coax his release from him. It always does.
This doesn't need to end yet though. In fact, it absolutely shouldn't.
"Look at you." His voice has a surprising authority for someone who doesn't feel awfully in control right now. "Look at yourself."
He's been watching you in the mirror in front of you, far too aware that you're so absorbed in your pleasure that you haven't been drinking in the same sight he has. You're all soft skin, delightful curves and very clearly enjoying this too. If he was ever asked to describe 'desire', it'd be the reflection in front of him.
His hands wander from your breasts, down across your tummy, landing on your hips, holding them as you rise and fall on him. It's an intoxicating thrill, having you sink and engulf him but it's a delight to have you rise up too, knowing that he'll be nestled in your warm heat again momentarily. The sheen of your arousal on his length catches his eye and once it does, it's impossible to look away from where your bodies are meeting.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous. Every inch of you." His light stubble scratches gently at your neck as he kisses you, your back pressed to his chest. There's nowhere more safe than right here.
His eyes meet yours in the mirror while one of his large hands dips between your thighs, playing with you in the most delightful of ways. Your head rolls back onto his shoulder, a high whine ripped from your throat as he rubs you.
You've needed this. So has he. For a brief second you wonder if you'll ever move the mistletoe from it's new spot above the bed.
Did I just disappear for like 6 months? đł I really don't know where the time went! Shall we get back to some of my naughty nonsense?
Because recently I've been loving the thought of a delicious, thick beefy!bucky edging himself in his partner's slick, messy pussy đ”âđ«
He's certainly not selfish in bed but he's got a real soft spot for missionary for quite a few reasons. It lets him control the pace and part of the thrill there is knowing that's he's almost entirely responsible for delivering your pleasure. Each of his thrusts drives a little gasp or a moan or a shaky breath from you and knowing that he's earned your response adds so much to his enjoyment.
Another reason he loves missionary is that there's enough access for you to slide your hand between your bodies, rubbing at your own clit while he's taking his time with you and really, why wouldn't he love that?
Not to mention, missionary lets him feel close to you. It lets him look in your pretty eyes, it lets him see the need and the longing you're feeling for him. He can get lost in the faint smell of your perfume and the softness of your skin under his lips. He can appreciate the feeling of your chest against his and the way your free hand tangles in his hair or your fingertips press desperately against his back.
"Fuck, I love it when you touch yourself." He groans, giving you those longer, slower strokes that he delivers after a spell of going just a little too fast.
"Holy shit, that feels so good. You were made for me." You're practically whimpering, feeling yourself flutter involuntarily around him, your fingertips dancing over your own sensitive clit.
"I was. Was made for this. I'm made for you." He believes it. In that moment, there's nothing in him that thinks he should be anywhere else or doing anything else. He's meant to be right here, balls deep inside you.
"I love the way you fuck me. You have no idea." Your back arches slightly off the bed, pressing your chest closer to his, rubbing yourself ever so slightly faster. The sound of how wet you are as he slides in and out of you is borderline obscene.
"I know, sweetheart." He's so lost in this, he can't find anything else to say. He knows. "I'm so close." He moans, his head drooping so his forehead rests on your shoulder.
The pace of his thrusts stay even and measured but each one draws a beautiful, over-pleasured sob from him. He's not chasing his high yet. It's too soon for this to end. Instead, he's testing his own resolve and milking all of the enjoyment he can from his final few minutes. He won't last forever.
He sounds perfect like this. He's melting against you and you hear it in every groan he elicits. They're all for you; every last one of them.
You can't help but feel powerful. Flexing your muscles and squeezing around him would break all of that admirable resolve he's got. It's not in your best interest right now as you chase your own high but Lord, it's rewarding to know you've got him so hooked on you.
"Oh my God." You whimper, fingers frantically circling your clit as your own peak begins to hit you. It's all consuming, heightened by your partner's desperation not to finish too soon for you.
He works you through yours before he's too desperate for his own release. His thrusts speed up, drawing delighted whines from you while he overworks your body. He moans low and breathy in your ear, spilling inside you after what feels like a lifetime of edging himself.
He allows himself a few moments to catch his breath before pulling out of you slowly, rolling to the side and pulling your panting body tight against his.
Some days, nothing will do it for me quite like a filthy little breeding kink piece and you better believe it's one of those days.
I really don't see Bucky as the kind of guy who likes to pull out anyway. There's not much that's as exciting as pressing as deep into you as he can manage right before he finishes, knowing that you can feel him twitching and throbbing, shooting an impressive load right against your cervix. That's where he feels his cum belongs.
There's something about it that feels to fulfilling for him. At that point, it's so much more intimate than it would have been had he pulled out. He almost always has his forehead pressed to yours, putting in the work while he spills inside you, whispering filthy nonsense in your ear, totally aware that his cum will help him slide right into you when you feel like a second round.
But when you both start to play around with a little breeding, he's close to losing it with every thrust.
"You're taking it so well. Fuck, you don't know how perfect you feel." He groans, giving you deep, punishing thrusts. It's very hard not to feel a little obsessed with sex this good; the kind you'll be daydreaming about for the next few weeks.
"Holy shit, I'm so wet." You whine, acutely aware that you've left a wet spot on the sheets beneath you and it's only growing.
"That's how I like you. Wet and messy and ready to be filled up." Bucky's forehead drops to the crook of your neck, desperately trying to draw this out a little bit longer.
"Love feeling your cum drip out of me." You're practically whimpering, clinging to his broad back and shoulders.
"Maybe I won't let it drip out of you tonight. Maybe I'll keep you stuffed full. Anything that spills out of you gets fucked back in with my tongue. Want you feeling sure that I've knocked you up in the morning."
It's not something he's ever said before but damn, he loves what it does to you.
You grip his back harder, arching yourself against him, trying to press him into you.
"Please, oh fuck, please. I want you to give me a baby." You practically sound like you're begging and he loves it.
"Oh God, take it. That's it. Fuck, you're going to look so pretty carrying my baby." He stops thrusting, pleasure making his legs tremble as he spills his seed into you, making sure he's given you everything he has. All of a sudden, it feels like the start of a very long night.
Thank you so much!! đ„° Little asks like this really remind me to come back to writing the things I love
I've recently been loving the thought of submissive men who just can't last, I swear it's so delicious
Like imagine how it would feel, watching Bucky play with himself for you. He's so worked up, he needs a some stimulation but that man knows his limits. He knows he can't think too much about the fact you're standing there watching or it will all be over faster than either of you would like.
"I bet that feels good." You tease, watching the stunning man in front of you provide himself a little relief. He's stroking himself with a firm grip but a slow enough pace, drinking in the sight of you in your pretty blue lace.
He needs this. His dick throbbing in his own hand reminds him of that. The bead of precum at his tip threatens to drip over the head and roll down his shaft and you find yourself hoping it will.
"Feels really nice." He nods, trying not to give in to the temptation to work himself any faster.
"Great. I want you to keep going." You watch him as you settle on your knees between his legs.
Your lips wrap around his tip while his hand strokes the rest of his shaft and there's nothing you can do but squirm at the moan you earn from him.
You lap at that delightfully slick precum, letting the taste of him linger on your tongue. You want more. Nothing is ever enough with him. He fills you with a longing that's never truly satisfied and you love that.
For just a few moments, you remove your mouth from his tip, choosing instead to cup and gently suck on his balls. He likes a little attention there and you're more than keen to provide it.
"Oh fuck." He groans, his head flopped backwards. "Please don't stop. Please keep going. Oh God, please."
He's so damn pretty when he begs like that. You'd give him the world if those plump lips begged you for it.
It's sexy to know how badly he needs you. He craves you so intensely and you feel it without him having to tell you explicitly.
"Shit, that's too good." He moans, looking down at your pretty face between his legs and before he can stop himself, he feels the familiar gush up through his shaft, his balls tightening and he watches as he paints your face with his load.
He seems to cum endlessly, hot splashes of cum landing on your skin in heavy spurts and there's something so thrilling about knowing he just couldn't have prevented it.
He doesn't even get the chance to feel embarrassed about finishing too soon. Not when he notices your hand slipped under your pretty lace panties, enjoying the knowledge your face is covered in his release.
Humour me while I scratch a personal itch: Your dad's best friend showing you how your body should be appreciated đ”âđ«
"Come on sweetheart, I know he's just not doing it for you." It had never been a secret that neither Bucky nor your dad liked your new boyfriend but you never imagined this would be the angle that Bucky would be taking to convince you to end things.
"That's none of your business! I'm not talking about this with you!" You're so stunned, you can hardly even get the words out. It's nothing short of mortifying to be talking about your sex life with your dad's friend, never mind the fact you've silently been interested in him since your dad introduced you a couple of years ago.
"You haven't tried to convince me I'm wrong though! You need to stop dating these boys, they're no good for you. They're not what you need." He almost sounds like he pities you and that doesn't sit right with you at all.
"You have no idea what I need." You roll your eyes in derision, unable to believe he'd be this bold.
"Don't I? I bet I could guess. He doesn't kiss you right. He never even dreams of letting the tip of his tongue press against yours and then take it from there. While he's kissing you, he's probably pawing mindlessly at your breasts. He doesn't know how to take it slow and work you up the way you need. He has no idea that rubbing you over your panties won't do enough for you. I bet he's never taken the time to appreciate every inch of you. When's the last time he kissed from your ankle to your knee? How often does he stop to kiss your forehead? Has he ever enjoyed every soft slope and curve of your body? Not just the obvious ones, I mean all of them. The curve of your shoulder or the softness of your hips or the firmness of your calf muscle. He doesn't even try. He's doesn't put the effort in for you." He sounds more upset about this than you thought he would and for a couple of seconds, there's nothing at all in your head.
"Show me how you think he should treat me." There's no point taking the time to think about the implications. You want to know how it feels to have your body safely in the hands of someone who knows what to do with it and this is a better time than any.
His lips barely graze yours at first and it makes you crave more of him. Everything in you knows this has to be a bad idea but his lips are so inviting and his hands are gently holding your waist in a way that makes you want him worse than ever.
The tip of his tongue begins to inch forwards and tentatively, you allow yourself to do the same. Your tongue meets his and rather than feeling overwhelmingly off-putting, the gentle, wet pressure is tender and romantic and intimate. Thrill bubbles in your chest because if this is what kissing is supposed to feel like, you have no idea what else he can teach you that you've never experienced before.
You find you're the one increasing the pressure, looking for more. God, you want this. Excitement buzzes low in your tummy and before you know it, you hear a moan that you can hardly believe came from you.
His hands are roaming the expanse of your back over your clothes, never once straying towards your ass or your breasts. It's too early for that and he knows it's not what you need.
He's enjoying this just as much as you are. He's taking you apart, piece by piece. He knows he's only got as much control here as you hand over to him but he's not taking this at the faster pace you're used to, no matter how you try to dictate the pace.
"You're such. An angel." He kisses down the side of your neck, cradling the other side in his hand. His lips are plump and slick and the sensation leaves you quietly gasping. "You don't know how you deserve to be worshipped. You're stunning."
He presses you back, letting you hop up onto the kitchen counter, massaging your calf muscles with his fingertips. You never thought that would do anything for you but seeing him appreciate each inch of you; seeing how he finds ways to extract a pleasurable sensation you've never been treated to before is breath taking.
"We're not jumping ahead of ourselves, but just to prove my point..." His fingertips trail up your leg, under the skirt of your dress and he checks you're okay with it before pressing the pads of his fingers to your underwear.
The thin cotton is soaked through under his fingertips, arousal making you almost dizzy.
"Good girl, look at you enjoying yourself! Bet you haven't been this wet in a while, have you honey?" He presses his fingertips to your lips, letting you taste your own arousal and your mind races at the thought of sucking it off his length later, something you've never wanted to do for anyone before.
Taking a quick jump back to the 'Shit He Said' series because I haven't given it nearly enough time.
I think I'd almost forgotten how it feels to be with someone who lets you feel like you're their entire focus. God, it's nice.
It's nice to spend time with someone who makes you feel so thrilled to be yourself. It's nice to want someone so intensely you can't wait to touch them again. Yeah, it's been nice đ”âđ«
Summary: You and Bucky spend some time relaxing together
Minors, do not interact
"These reusable plastic cups might have to do." You're standing on your tiptoes, reaching into the cupboard in the Airbnb kitchen, searching for the one thing you hadn't thought to bring with you.
"Those would be perfect." You hear in response from the bedroom just down the hall. "The rules said 'No glass in the hot tub'."
A sensible rule and one you're more than content to abide by.
One rule of few.
"You can open the champagne bottle. I don't need to go home with a horrible injury." You tease, lifting two of the plastic cups and making your way outside. Sandals of some description would have been smart but it's only a few steps out to the tub.
The cover has already been removed, the water is still and it's hard not to pause for a second and admire the view. Rolling green hills, a lake in the distance, flowers all around the patio and the sun beginning to set, bringing a very slight chill to the evening air.
There couldn't be a more perfect evening to climb into a hot tub and enjoy the scenery.
So that's exactly what you do.
The water is warm as you sink down in, settling yourself into one of the grooves. The level comes to just above your shoulders, lapping against the bottom of your chin as you adjust and get comfortable, looking over the edge at your surroundings.
"We'd need be careful getting out. The steps are slippery when wet." Bucky doesn't take long to join you, reading from the sign on the fencing that was strategically placed to give you some privacy.
Who knew he's so into rules.
Settling beside him feels natural. It's familiar and comfortable and reassuring in a way you didn't know you needed.
He couldn't possibly know how you've craved him since you saw him last. You'll do everything you can to make him feel it though.
He pours champagne into the two little plastic cups, handing one to you before looking for the button that starts the bubbles.
You clink the cups together, taking a sip from your respective glasses while the jets burst to life around you both.
"It's such a mild evening." You hum, cuddling in against his side, enjoying the chaste kiss he leaves on the top of your head.
"It is." He agrees, tilting your chin up so your lips meet his.
They're warm and soft and plump and taste faintly of champagne and there's nothing else you'd rather do in that moment than kiss this man more.
You break away quickly though, choosing instead to spend the time catching up. You talk about work and how things have changed since you last met up. You talk about your plans, your hopes and your fears. He gives you perspectives you hadn't considered and advice you fully intend to take, all while curled up in the bubbling tub.
The champagne slowly disappears. The glasses are filled up again and then that disappears too. You laugh together. You tease each other. You enjoy the company of someone you'd like to see a whole lot more of but understandably can't.
He gives you a reasoned perspective on the things that bother you. Somehow, you don't feel silly telling him about the little things that upset you recently or the worries you have. He's understanding and considerate and so damn fun to be around.
You pepper kisses across his broad shoulders, absentmindedly play with the little short curls of hair on his chest and he lets you feel so entirely worshipped.
He holds you in a way that makes you feel entirely wanted; like all of you is exactly the way it's meant to be and there's nothing he'd dream of changing. It's so incredibly attractive to feel so wholly appreciated. You want him in the very same way and every touch reminds you of that.
All too soon, the sun sets over the hills. The bottle is empty and the water starts to get to a temperature that's just a little cooler than comfortable.
You could sit here with him forever and never run out of things to talk about. That said, your fingertips are beyond wrinkled by the water and it's probably time to call it a night.
Somewhere in those last 30 or so minutes, you realised you need him again. The moment you'd arrived here earlier, the curtains had been pulled and you'd taken the opportunity to relieve some stress before dinner but it's not enough.
"Can I show you what else is slippery when wet?" You tease, pressing your lips to his with an urgency that surprises you.
He seems entirely into that idea, pulling your body impossibly close, his hand gliding up the inside of your thigh to rub against the thin material of your bikini.
Squirming in his lap is becoming a bit of a theme.
Before you get too far, you carefully step out of the hot tub and scamper inside, letting him close up the tub while you rinse off the pool water in the shower very quickly.
The anticipation gets to you, much like it always does. It only ever adds to the fun.
By the time he's also rinsed and dried off, you're perched on the edge of the bed, enjoying the feeling of your own fingertip trailing lazily over your clit. Your legs are spread wide, giving him full view of your glistening, soaked sex.
"I've been dreaming of this." He mumbles, kneeling at the edge of the bed and replacing your fingertip with his tongue.
Fuck, he's so good at that. His tongue flicks and thrashes, his neck working overtime to deliver you a sensation that not comparable to anything else you've ever experienced. He groans as he licks your body, enjoying the taste of your arousal and the slick wetness coating his chin to his nose.
You could let him do that forever and never grow tired of it. Your fingers have woven through his hair at some point and your thighs have clamped tight around his ears.
While you don't want to, his neck will thank you for suggesting a change.
You tug him up, eager to taste your own arousal on his lips and tongue and he doesn't disappoint. His tongue glides against yours, his wet chin rubbing against you and the intensity leaves you totally breathless.
You're almost frantic in how you need him now. "Please. I want you." You practically whine, grasping his firming length and giving him a few slow strokes until he's totally ready.
"Your hand always feels better than my own." He half laughs, half gasps, grinding his hips in time with the movements of your hand.
It's needy and desperate from both of you, much like it was earlier with the tip of his dick nudging your clit perfectly while he fucked your thighs.
His length slides against your eager core, massaging your arousal against his dick. It feels almost luxurious to be able to take your time with him. There's no rush, other than that dictated by your own need.
Before long, he's sinking into your body with a low groan, enjoying the way he feels your heat engulfing his shaft.
"You're so fucking wet." He moans, bottoming out and kissing your shoulders.
You know you are and it's borderline embarrassing how quickly he was able to get you like that.
"Such a pretty angel." He pulls back, giving himself a chance to sink into you again and it steals the breath from both of you. "You feel like Heaven. You're so hot around my cock."
He's bound to still be sensitive from the round earlier that day but it doesn't stop him.
"God, you're going to earn every drop of cum I give you. I'm going to pump you so full." He's so delightfully filthy and you love hearing him talk to you like that.
Your hand weaves its way between your bodies, finding your throbbing, neglected clit and rubbing it in rough circles.
"You want to cum inside me this time?" You love how you never really know what to expect with him. He he pulled out earlier in the day, choosing to glaze your chest and tummy with an impressive load instead.
"I'd cum inside you every time if you didn't look so pretty covered in it." His thrusts are faster now, meeting the rhythm your fingers have dictated you need.
"I want you to cum inside me this time. Fill me until I'm dripping." The image in your head as you're saying it is enough to make you quiver. You're chasing your high far faster than you thought you'd be but you're sure he's not far behind you. The notion of his cum filling you is a love that you both share.
"Want to taste it inside you when I'm done. Let it leak out of you and then press it back in with my tongue."
That's all it takes. One filthy little fantasy and you're trembling, cumming so hard you see stars. You work yourself through your high, riding it out on his cock and you're vaguely aware that you've milked his release from him too. You feel him spilling inside you, blowing another huge load into your eager body with a low moan and a few curses.
When you're both spent, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you close to him for a cuddle.
"Give me a few seconds. Then I'll get to work." He hums, breathlessly.
What I'd give for the chance to feel like a little stress relief for CEO Bucky đ”âđ«
Loving the thought of being his colleague and not just having to admire him from a distance.
When he comes in each morning, dressed in a crisp, beautifully tailored suit, you find yourself wanting to jump straight onto him. He's powerful and smart and wonderfully capable and it does so much for you.
He finds a way to sneak you a coffee each morning, making sure no one else sees; conscious that your colleagues might start to ask you uncomfortable questions if they found out.
You don't doubt that folks have their suspicions. They're bound to. You're sure they notice the way you focus just a little too long on the plump curve of his bottom lip or the way you lose yourself looking at those long, thick fingers.
No one else knows that your weekly meetings with each other are just an excuse for you to help him take the edge off. They usually consist of you riding him in his office chair, sliding up and down on that delicious cock of his, touching yourself while he takes a phone call.
"That's it pretty girl. Fucking earn it." He's tilted the receiver as far away from his mouth as possible, keeping the speaker to his ear so he can still hear whoever he's got on the line.
It's impossible to stay quiet but you've had plenty of practice. Between the phone call that couldn't wait and the people you work with sitting just outside the door, you've got no choice but to find a way to stay quiet.
"No, that's what I told you last week." Bucky's getting more frustrated by the minute, his brow furrowing and his grip on your hip tightening. "If you've filled out the order wrong, I don't know what to tell you."
Shit, you love this. You've fallen into a delightful rhythm, grinding and rubbing yourself, satisfying his needs as well as your own.
"I don't know how you fucked this up, I couldn't have been clearer." Usually you'd playfully smack his shoulder and warn him to be nice but not when you're this close.
Your body sliding down on his length sounds obscene. You're wet and messy and you know you're going back to your desk with a pussy stuffed full of cum and you love it.
You can't help but groan quietly, your fingers working your clit in tight circles, desperately searching for release.
"I thought I told you to earn it?" Bucky's speaking to you again without any hint of the anger he's feeling for whoever he's talking on the phone to. He's kinder and softer with you but he still likes to maintain his authority.
His free hand holds your wrist to stop you from touching yourself, knowing the can draw this out a little while longer. You can have that back when you've earned it or he decides to do it for you.
what about needy subby Bucky in a cock ring or cock cage (you chose) because he can't control himself? handcuffed for extra measure? he'd be so desperate, poor baby đ„ș
A million times, this đ€€ There's not much I love more than the thought of a hard, throbbing dick and a sweet, gorgeous sub begging you to touch it
I adore the thought of Bucky wearing nothing but a cock ring and handcuffs. His dick juts out beautifully from his body, leaking precum to the point that he's making a mess that makes your mouth water.
He's squirming on the bed, doing his best to remember every second of the little show you're giving him. He knew he'd love your body in red lace and the set you're wearing was everything he dreamed it would be. It's not hard for you to feel authoritative when he makes you feel so sexy.
"I want you." He whines, struggling pathetically against the restraints, watching the swell of your ass as you turn away from him, looking at yourself in the bedroom mirror.
"I know. You can wait." You try to hide your satisfaction, reaching into the wardrobe for a different pair of heels to try.
His dick bobs as he watches you bend over, a thick, glossy bead of precum beginning to roll from the tip. He's desperate to touch himself. He's more desperate to bury himself inside you but touching himself would do.
"Fuck, look at you." He knows you're making a show of wiggling your ass. "This isn't fair. 'm so hard."
You love hearing him this pathetic over the soft clinking of the strain he's putting on the handcuffs.
"I know you are. Love getting you like this." You abandon the shoes altogether, choosing instead to position yourself on his lap. You pull your panties to the side, letting your slick, wet heat smear his precum all over his tip.
The soft, silky centre of your body is so fucking inviting. He wants to lose himself in you with his face buried in the valley between your lace encased breasts but there's nothing he can do to achieve that. Instead, he can only moan, enjoying the little sensation you're giving him.
"You're filthy. You're pathetic. I don't know how aren't embarrassed to be this needy." You won't tell him how much you enjoy having this kind of control over him but you don't need to. He can see it on your face while your hand gently holds his chin so he keeps his eyes on yours.
"I am." He admits quietly, desperately trying to raise his hips off the bed to sink himself into you.
"Good. You should be. Can't believe I had to cuff you just so you wouldn't touch yourself. Your dick runs that silly little head of yours." You hum, letting his tip begin to press into you, gliding down the first couple of delicious inches.
He whines, pressing his forehead against the crook of your neck, enjoying the way your body engulfs him.
He should've known you were only teasing him but the way you raise you hips again, letting him slip out of you almost makes him sob. He'll get what he wants but not just yet.
Before I go back to writing requests again, I'm fully obsessed with 'Too Sweet' by Hozier and I just need to talk about it đ€€
Like dbf!Bucky laying you down on your bed, maybe in a little bit of a hurry before your parents get home.
"You're too sweet for me." Even as he's saying it, he's tugging your dress up, kissing up the insides of your bare thighs, letting you enjoy the gentle scratch of a couple of days of beard growth.
You pull your dress off the rest of the way, lying on your bed in only your underwear and it forces him to take a second that he really doesn't have to pause and just admire you.
"Far too sweet for me." He confirms, drinking in the sight of you. All those soft curves and kissable expanses of bare skin weigh on him because with so little time, where is he supposed to start? It's not fair to rush this but it's not like either of you would benefit from getting caught.
The way he looks at you gives you a confidence you've found you really benefit from.
"Maybe I'm not too sweet." You can't stop yourself, letting your hand trail from your breasts to the elastic band of your panties, sliding under the thin material.
Your fingers stray towards your clit, the tip of your middle finger circling the little bundle of nerves, very aware that you've got such a keen audience. Fuck, you're so wet already. You can't help it when he kisses the way he does; like he fucking needs you.
"Maybe I'll do all the naughty things you've ever dreamed of and then some. Maybe I'll be the one to ruin you." You're almost convincing yourself with this and it's thrilling to watch him squirm, his dick twitching in the confines of his jeans.
"I'd like you to." He hadn't given that a whole lot of thought until now. Up until this point, you were the sweet young woman who was entirely too wholesome to get tangled up with him.
That all changes quite quickly. It's hard not to when you remove the hand from your panties, trailing your arousal soaked fingertip along his bottom lip, keen to see how long it would take him to engulf it with his eager mouth. Not long at all, it appears.
It might be toxic of me but I really love when men let their jealous, protective side out during sex đ€€
I love the thought of Bucky cradling his girl's face in one hand while he holds himself up with his other, driving his cock in and out of her while whispering the filthiest thing in her ear.
"Shit, you were made for this, weren't you baby? Made to take my load." He's so lost in the way you whine, telling him he's right and he knows it when he feels the way your body clenches and flutters around him.
"Can't believe a pretty little thing like you is all mine. You know you are. You're my girl. Nothing else could even make me feel close to how you do." His dick slides into you, as deep as it can possibly go before he draws back again. His rhythm is manageable but you're pretty aware that your fingernails are digging into the broad expanse of his shoulders and back. It's not like you can be held responsible for that though.
"It's like you were made for me. Sweet and tight and wet and so fucking pretty. You're a dream come true." His self control never lasts too long and you feel the strain on it already. He wants to take you. He wants you squealing and whimpering and screaming his name so all your neighbours know who he is. He wants to make sure you go to work in the morning in a daze, unable to think of anything but the earth shattering orgasms he's dragged from your body. He wants to flood your body with his cum, filling you to the brim, claiming absolutely all of you.
"You're my pretty girl, aren't you?" He asks, using the hand on your face to guide you so your eyes meet his.
"All yours. Don't want anyone else." Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him close in a way that feels desperately romantic. His skin on yours feels perfect and you find you just don't want to separate, not even for a second. Feeling consumed by him doesn't concern you, instead it's comforting. It's lovely to be his; to be wanted and needed by him and to know he's yours in entirely the same way.
Not to be too blunt about it but sometimes I just love the thought of being arranged nicely on my hands and knees; face to the carpet and ass in the air and fucked mercilessly by a big, strong Bucky. Bonus points if thereâs a mirror straight ahead too đ”âđ«
The way his hands would feel huge while heâs grabbing at the softness of your ass, squeezing and massaging almost selfishly while he slides into you so deep, it makes your eyes roll back.
âYou feel so tight on my cock, bunny.â He teases, his fingertip trailing lazily over your asshole just because he knows you like the thought.
Your back hurts like this but you wouldnât dream of changing position. Not when the tip of his thick, leaking cock brushes so beautifully against that sweet spot inside you.
You can barely even babble out a response, consumed by the delicious slide of his length in and out of you, feeling yourself flutter around him when heâs at his deepest.
âGood girl, you take it so well. Thatâs where you want me to cum, isnât it princess? Right there.â He presses into you as deep as his can and you can feel the way he nudges against your cervix. You almost feel desperate for it. Desperate to feel the pulsing of his dick as his load shoots in thick spurts, coating your walls and thoroughly claiming you. Youâd tell him that if you thought you could manage the sentence.
âYouâre such a pretty hole for me to fuck. In fact, youâre a couple of pretty holes.â You know he doesnât really mean to be so degrading. Itâs mostly for your benefit and very soon heâll be holding you close and telling you how wonderful you are but for now itâs lovely to watch him fuck you the way he wants to.
As if you didnât already know, your own reflection in the mirror gives away just how much youâre enjoying yourself. Itâs hotter than youâd imagined to watch your partner bounce your ass back to meet his thrusts, his hands on your waist and the pleasure etched into his features when he teases your ass and listens to your pathetic moans.
I've spent a while indulging my own fantasies on here recently but I've been tailoring this one so I need to talk about it
I'm obsessed with the thought of sharing your naughtiest, most depraved fantasies with dad's best friend!bucky and him giving you a safe space to try them out.
You almost think he's forgotten all the filthy things you admitted one night, cuddled up in bed together until a few weeks later when you're making out in the kitchen after dinner and he leads you upstairs to his bedroom.
He's placed a chair in front of the TV and your heart begins to race because he's surely not doing what you think he's doing. He couldn't be letting you live out the fantasy you've never shared with anyone else.
He kisses from your shoulder, up your neck and you're glad that he can't see your excitement when he's standing behind you. "Sit down". He whispers, placing a final kiss behind your ear and for once, you're happy to do as he tells you.
While you sit down, he flicks the TV on and starts playing a video you recognise within a few seconds. It's one you'd taken together not too long ago.
In the video, you have your face close to the bedroom carpet, your ass in the air and Bucky is behind you, recording in a mirror, pounding into you in a way that had you cumming mindlessly on his cock. You have one hand barely supporting yourself while the other rubs your clit frantically and although it's the start of the video, you already look over pleasured.
"You see how fucking gorgeous you are?" Bucky brings you back down to earth, kissing along your shoulders while he shuffles the skirt of your dress up, dragging your panties down your legs and letting them fail in a little wet heap on the floor.
Your own moans in the video are breathtaking, you almost didn't know you could sound like that. "Look at you. You take it like a pornstar. I can fucking hear how messy you were." He's right, the video captures every tiny little wet sound your eager cunt makes for him and you hang on every last one.
You hear a quiet click and a faint buzz starting and that's the only thing that could draw your attention away from the video playing in front of you. God, he really did listen to you.
Bucky presses the wand between your legs and even on the lowest setting, the sensation against your clit makes you squirm.
"Keep watching. I'm pretty sure you cum in a minute or two and I don't want you to miss it." Bucky's so smug, holding your chin gently in one hand while he makes your body quiver with the other.
He clicks the toy up a setting, rolling the head right where you need it most.
"Such a pretty little slut. You just want me to fill your holes with cum, don't you? You're desperate for me to cum in you, I can feel you trying to milk it from me. You have no idea how warm and wet and perfect you feel. Might fuck you until I'm totally empty. You know you'd like that; being so stuffed full of my cum you can't sit up without it spilling out of you." Bucky in the video fucks you through your first orgasm and you get to watch the way your body trembles and your eyes roll back.
You're so close just watching yourself but that doesn't suit the man kneeling beside you. He takes the wand away, making sure your impending orgasm fizzles away, despite your protests.
"You cum when I say you can sweetheart, and we've got a lot of videos left to watch."
I think too much in real life to fully let myself enjoy some activities so I'm going to live vicariously through the characters I write đ
He's here for pleasure. You're not under any illusion about his intentions. Sure, he'll let you snuggle up beside him afterwards, playing with the little soft curls on his chest. He'll kiss your forehead and smooth your hair and you'll laugh together about the silliest things but it's no secret that it's the sex that keeps him coming back.
Secretly, it's exactly what you need too. It works well for both of you. You get someone who has the confidence and experience to show you things you didn't even think you'd be into and you get to simply enjoy the way he gets off on pleasuring you. There's no need to feel shy around a man who's told you his secret filthy fantasies.
"What's one thing you've always wanted to do but have never had a chance to?" You probe one evening, taking your necklace off and placing it on the bedside table, well aware he's probably wearing more of your lipgloss that you are after the way he greeted you at the hotel room door.
You hop onto the bed to take your shoes off, enjoying how the mattress bounces you slightly.
He doesn't answer right away, pouring two glasses of a sweet, chilled Riesling before handing one to you. You take a sip, trying not to put him under pressure but the time he's taking to consider your question makes you even more curious.
"If I tell you, I'd like you to try it with me. So how badly do you want to know?" He stands in front of you and places the glass to his lips and in that moment, you couldn't want anything more than you want to fulfil a fantasy for him. You want to be something he's never had and offer him opportunities to enjoy your body that he might never have again.
"Tell me. We'll do it." You hardly even have to think about it.
"I'd like to lick you. All of you. Run my tongue all over your body. Find what makes you shiver. Find what makes you moan. Find the places that are so ticklish you need me to stop. I want to lick all the places you've never been licked before. If you'll let me." He really could make anything sound appealing.
Excitement fizzles in your core and a real desperation begins to build. Just being around this man makes you wet so you can't help the fact you're ready for him already.
"If that's what you want to do, I'll let you." If you're honest with yourself, you'd probably agree no matter what he asked for. You trust him enough to know he won't take you further than you're comfortable with.
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You knew what you were signing up for but you didn't think it'd feel like this. Why the hell haven't you tried this before?
He's kneeling at the end of the bed, stroking his cock while his hot, wet, stiff tongue flicks gently against your asshole and there's no denying how much you're enjoying the pressure there. You couldn't hide it if you tried. You're so wet, you're practically dripping and it only spurs him on. It's intimate in a way you don't think you'll ever recover from while being one of the most erotic things you think he's ever done. There's nothing to be embarrassed about it when it's clear he's enjoying it just as much as you are. Maybe more.
The way you're gripping his hair has you wondering whether the strain on his tongue or his neck will overwhelm him first but he shows no signs of relenting. That is until he stands up, already looking delightfully over-pleasured and sinks his cock into your fluttering, neglected cunt without a word.
If he goes too fast it's all over and he knows it but he can't resist holding both of your ankles, watching you while he places open mouthed kisses to the soles of your feet, thrusting into you with slow, calculated strokes.
Honestly, it might not be everyone's thing but the thought of sweet, domestic free use makes me purr đ”âđ«
Just the thought of baking in the kitchen with some quiet music playing that you can't really hear when the mixer is running. Wearing a cute little dress with an apron on top, knowing that your husband has been enjoying the way the hem flutters just above your knees.
Bucky's always been full of compliments but never more so that when you're making him his favourite sweet treats. He appreciates you. All of you.
"Such a good little wife for me." He's been sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for your mixer to finish incorporating the dry ingredients into your chocolate brownie batter.
With your back to him, he can't see the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. He can't see the joy you feel at being able to show him how much you love him.
"You're so gorgeous, do you know that?" He's already crossed the space between you, standing behind you and trailing his lips up your neck.
His hands feel huge on your waist and you feel how desperate you are to melt against his broader frame. You're safe and loved and appreciated and it makes you want all of him.
"I think you'll like the panties I'm wearing." You whisper, trying not to look at him as the kisses to your neck pause.
One hand slips from your waist, under the hem of your dress, trailing up the outside of your thighs.
He doesn't know whether to expect lace or cotton or silk or something else entirely but his breath catches in his throat when he finds nothing. No fabric at all. Just more soft, warm skin.
"Fuck sweetheart, you've been at home all day with no panties on?" The hand disappears and you hear your husband undo his belt buckle.
"No, I took them off before you got back." Somehow he likes that answer more. They came off just for him.
"You must've been hoping I'd take care of you." He gives his stiffening cock a few strokes before pulling your dress up and bending you over slightly.
His tip has no trouble slipping inside you, followed quickly by the rest of his length. You're almost embarrassingly wet just from knowing that he was looking at you.
"Just you keep doing what you're doing. Don't let me distract you." He groans as he thrusts into you, enjoying the tight, wet heat of your body and the way you try to turn your attention back to your mixing bowl.
Since it seems everyone is as horny as I am about men cumming quickly, letâs keep talking about it đ€€
The very second your lips touch Buckyâs, you feel how eager he is already. His lips are warm and plump and slick and insistent, gliding against your own with a hunger you can only hope to match.
His hands trail over your body, touching you with an urgency youâre very much enjoying. His fingertips dig in a little, making you feel like he craves you and itâs entirely dizzying.
âThis isnât fair. You get me so worked up.â Heâs practically panting through kisses to your neck, nipping and biting his way to your breasts, encased in the pretty lace he picked out for you.
The thick outline of his cock is more than distracting and even in the dim bedroom light, you notice the sheen of precum that has soaked through his thin underwear.
He kisses your breasts tenderly, not removing your bra just yet. He wants to enjoy it; he wants to be able to call on the memory whenever he needs it.
âFucking perfect.â He moans, letting his hand trail between your thighs, finding you wetter than he couldâve dreamed.
âNot yet.â You tease, removing his hand and sinking to your knees in front of him, pulling his underwear down his toned legs. His hard length bobs in front of your face, the tip wet with his own arousal and your mouth waters at the thought.
âProve you can handle my pussy. Show me you deserve it.â Your hand wraps around the base of his cock while your tongue flicks against the tip, savouring the taste of him.
You pump your hand in time with your mouth, pausing every now and again to take as much of him as you can.
Your soft moans are nothing compared to his.
Fuck, heâs lost in the feeling of your warm, wet, sinful mouth and the thought of you swallowing his load.
âBabe please, slow down.â You hear him moan and it makes slowing down the last thing on your mind.
âDonât you dare.â You take just a second to breathe before youâre back to stroking and sucking his faster than before. Heâs not going to last. He knows it. So do you. Thatâs exactly what you want.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum.â He groans, desperately trying not to but thatâs hard when heâs watching your pretty face and focusing on the way your lips look wrapped around his dick.
Itâs a toss up. In your mouth or over your face? It hardly matters when you have him exactly where you want him.
Iâve been enjoying some premature ejaculation thoughts recently and itâs probably time to talk about them before they makes me even dizzier đ€€
Just the thought of slipping Buckyâs thick, leaking dick slowly inside you while youâre on top. The glide down on top of him is wonderful and when heâs as deep inside you as you can manage, you take a second to just enjoy feeling stuffed full.
You feel him throbbing inside you, his dick twitching and although heâs trying to keep it together, heâs determined not to let you know that.
After a couple of seconds, you raise your hips and let them fall again, working just a couple of inches towards the base of his cock.
You do the same again a few more times, barely establishing a rhythm before you feel Buckyâs grip on your hips tighten. âYou have to slow down for me, sweetheart.â
The strain in his voice floods you with panic for a second and you stop moving.
âDoes it hurt? We can try a different position if you like.â You cradle his face with one hand while holding yourself up with the other, staying as still as possible.
âIt doesnât hurt. Just might not last very long like this. Feels so good.â Heâs a little embarrassed to admit it but heâs got nothing to worry about.
âOh? You like this?â You roll your hips once more and enjoy the sharp intake of air it forces into your partner. âIs this too much for you?â
He nods sheepishly, aware of how much he wants this but of how much he wants to please you too.
âYou gonna cum inside me already?â You tease, biting your bottom lip while you raise your hips up, letting him slide almost entirely out of you before sinking back down.
The moan it draws from him is beautiful but youâre not stopping there. âYou are, arenât you? Youâre going to stuff my pretty pussy full of cum for me. Gonna make sure you have nothing left tonight.â
âFuck, fuck.â He groans, his hands gripping your waist, pressing you down so he can finish as deep inside you as he can. His face is scrunched in pleasure while his hot cum shoots in thick ropes against the walls of your eager pussy.
Thereâs something so satisfying in the knowledge that it took no time at all for him to finish and if the rest of the evening is like this, itâll be a whole lot more fun than you imagined.
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