i DO indeed want to hear about you jerking off to me and all the perverted stuff you thought of you must inform me about it expeditiously. how is it fair that you get to jerk off to me and i don’t get to jerk off to hearing about it 😒
my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day
Summary: Bucky absolutely loses it when you praise him, a feral man when he is told anything praising about the smallest things.
Word count: 374, a lil oneshot<3
Warnings: praise, smut, established relationship, submissive bucky, hair pulling.
Authors note: I LOVED THIS IDEA LITERALLY TYSM FOR SUGGESTING THIS AHH!!!!
Bucky. A normally stoic, quiet, simple yet so complicated man who loves it when you unknowingly unlock his submissive side in the bedroom. He won’t admit that he loves being praised for simple things, though it is clear once you said “Good job, Buck” to him after a tough group mission.
This man, a man of congress, loves it when you call him a “Good Boy”, which is exactly what led you to this exact moment. Your hand in his hair while he licks at your clit, your legs wrapped around his head and squeezing it gently as you moaned and whined under his tongue.
When Bucky looked up at you with a needy look when he went to catch his breath, he huffed gently “Am I doing good?” He asked and you just smiled, knowing what he wants.
“Bucky, baby, you know the answer to that” You say and smirk as his face forms a small frown, him whining as he goes back to eating you out. He knew you liked to keep it from him, you only ever praised him after a job well done, and you are far from done.
Minutes pass as he keeps lapping up underneath you, sucking and licking your clit, grabbing at your thighs as you gently squeezed his head, pulling at his longer hair gently. “Fuck, thats its Bucky, you’re doing so good” You moaned as he smiled underneath you and doubled his efforts.
Your orgasm came quickly, running through you at lightning speed as your legs shook and your body tensed, pressing up against his tongue as you fully rode out your high.
He licked you a few more times before pulling away and wiping his chin, he was looking up at you like a lost puppy, needing his praise. “Did I do good? Please, love, was I good?” He asks, practically begging for his praise, you have done the classic pavlov’s dog technique to him without even trying.
“You are such a good boy, my Bucky” You say and kiss him gently as he smiles and kisses back, getting up from between your legs to pick you up and go clean yourselves off.
You had him completely whipped, and it was very very obvious.
