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Rhodey, Steve, and Sam sat in the kitchen, watching you and Bucky eat breakfast on the patio. The morning sun reflected beautifully off of Buckyâs shiny metal arm, casting you in a golden glow. âDidnât see that comingâŠâ Rhodey joked, âI thought he wouldâve killed her by nowâ. Steve rolled his eyes and shot Rhodey a disapproving look, prompting him to argue, âIâm not saying heâs a bad guy-but he did try to murder her on her first day. Thatâs a factâ. Sam thought back on your first day at the compound and the way Steve and Rhodey had had to physically restrain Bucky to keep you safe. All the hate and rage Bucky held for you had melted away after spending the past month with you and hearing your story- just like Steve had hoped.
âItâs weird seeing him soâŠsmiley,â Sam joked, âI didnât know his face could do thatâ. Steve didnât listen to Rhodey or Sam; he was happy to see his best friend in such a good mood all the time. His dark and brooding demeanor was cracking, revealing the warm, lighthearted version of Bucky that Steve hadnât seen in years. The two of you did almost everything together: movies, long walks, reading time- and every night, Bucky let you sleep in his bed. The companionship had proven to be mutually beneficial. Neither of you had to feel alone when there was someone right beside you who had a shared experience. âLet him be happyâ, Steve murmured as he rose from his seat, âhe deserves itâ.
A guttural moan shook your chest as you flopped down onto your bed. You never spent much time in your room, but you didnât have the energy to make it down the hall to Buckyâs. The ceiling fan almost hypnotized you as you stared upward, replaying the events of your day like a broken record. A metallic banging caught your attention and signaled that Bucky was at your door. A flat âcome inâ was all you could muster, and Bucky knew immediately that youâd had a rough day.
âSoâŠhowâd it go?â he asked, even though he already knew the answer. A thumbs down was your only response. He took a seat on your bed and laid down next to you, staring at the ceiling with you. âSheâs the worstâ, you finally muttered, âsheâs so- thatâs not therapyâ. Bucky chuckled at your very accurate complaints about Dr. Raynor and waited for you to continue. âLast time I saw her, she said it was good that you and I are hanging out. But when I saw her today, she said we were codependentâŠyouâre the only person I have- of course Iâm gonna be a little dependent,â you grumbled.
It was embarrassing being called codependent. Youâd always been so strong and self-assured, but Hydra had taken that from you. The person sitting next to Bucky was not the person youâd previously been. Youâd become a shell of yourself- a lost, anxious mess just trying to survive.
âIâd tell her to fuck off, but I donât wanna get arrestedâŠagainâ, Bucky groaned. He put a smile on your face for the first time all day, helping chip away at some of your frustration. The sessions with Dr. Raynor felt more hurtful than helpful, almost like she tore you down each week without helping build you back up. Bucky felt the same- sheâd actually told him once that he needed to get a life, and heâd almost ripped her office door off its hinges. âCome on, letâs go do something- get your mind off our common enemyâ, Bucky suggested as he sat up, âWhat sounds good?â
Nothing sounded good. All you were interested in doing was staring at the ceiling fan until it fell from its brackets and crushed you- but you couldnât tell Bucky that. Heâd worry about you if he thought you were slipping- hell, he worried about you when you took too long in the shower.
Bucky never thought heâd care about you at all, let alone care this much. Something in him was desperate to protect you, to show you the care heâd needed but hadnât received after his Hydra days. He couldnât be mad at you for what youâd done to him. In a way, that was the Winter Soldier version of you- forced to do things without any control or say in the matter. And if he didnât want people to equate him with his Winter Soldier years, then he couldnât reduce you to yours. He saw so much of himself- of his struggle- in you. The two of you were fun-house mirrors of each other, and when Bucky finally realized that, his hatred for you dissipated.
âCan we just read?â you eventually muttered, âI donât really feel like doing much elseâŠâ Bucky agreed to your request but wouldâve continued staring at the ceiling with you if youâd asked him to. Somehow, youâd wiggled your way into the tiny cracks in his heart like a flower pushing through the sidewalk, and he liked it. He helped you from the bed and the two of you walked silently to the library, plopping down in leather armchairs when you finally arrived. Buckyâs copy of Hitchhikerâs Guide to the Galaxy sat right where heâd left it, and you scanned the shelves for something new.
âUhhhâŠare you sure thatâs a good idea?â Bucky asked with trepidation, âSteve said that oneâs pretty fucked upâ. He motioned to the copy of House of Leaves that rested on your thighs and you threw him a shrug. âWell, itâs not like it can give me worse nightmares than I already have,â your words dripped with a dark cynicism that wouldâve stained the floor like ink. The two of you dove into your books, sharing passages aloud every now and then. After a few hours, Wanda and Sam called everyone down for dinner and you joined the rest of the team.
After a shitty âtherapyâ session, lots of reading, and a lively dinner with the entire crew, you and Bucky retired to his bedroom. Climbing under the covers with Bucky had become your favorite part of the day. It was quiet and warm and safe in Buckyâs bed. Some mornings, the two of you woke up all tangled together- your head on his chest or his body protectively curving around yours. It was never awkward or uncomfortable- just two people with shared trauma finding solace and warmth in the arms of another.
The comfortable quiet was shattered around 3:15am, when Buckyâs eyes shot open. He hoped it was a nightmare, but the sound persisted even after he regained consciousness. In a voice he was all too familiar with, he heard the words echo through the room:
âĐĐ”Đ»Đ°ĐœĐžĐ”,
ĐĄĐ”ĐŒĐœĐ°ĐŽŃĐ°ŃŃ,
РжаĐČŃĐč
Đ Đ°ŃŃĐČĐ”ŃâŠâ
Bucky scrambled from the bed and crashed to the floor with a solid thud. He desperately backpedaled away from you, only stopping when his shoulders made contact with the wall.
The commotion roused you from your sleep, and you flicked on your bedside lamp. Your eyes landed on Bucky. He sat on the floor, pressed up against the wall with his knees tucked into his chest. His vibranium hand clutched the nearby door frame with such intensity that you could hear the wood groaning and splintering under his grasp.
âBuck- Bucky, hey. Hey, whatâs wrong?â your voice desperately asked as you made your way toward him. A deep anguish twisted his features into a horrified, disgusted scowl. This was new to you. Youâd seen him dealing with the aftermath of a night terror, but never had he acted like this. You slowed your pace as you crept closer to him, extending a hand in his direction like he was a scared animal. âBuck, itâs me. Itâs just meâ you murmured, but that only made things worse. His head fell into his hands as he barked at you:
âI know! I know itâs you. Get out.â
No part of what he said made sense. There was still a possibility that he was sleep walking, trapped in a night terror without knowing it. When his eyes met yours, though, it was clear that he was fully awake. âBuck, I donât-â you whispered, but he cut you off. He jerked away from your hand, not letting you make contact with his skin. âI told you to get out- get the fuck out and stay away from meâ he ordered. Youâd never feared Bucky, not even when you were up close and personal with him during his Winter Soldier days. But this was scary. This pure, unbridled rage rivaled the anger heâd displayed when he first saw you in the briefing room all those weeks ago.
This sudden pivot in Buckyâs attitude toward you couldâve given you whiplash. You felt yourself crumbling and if you didnât leave right then, you wouldâve fallen to pieces before him. âIâm not- IâŠIâm sorryâ the words fell from your lips in a broken, empty voice that didnât sound like yours. Hurriedly, you fled from his bedroom and slammed the door behind you. The second the door latched, sobs wracked your body. Your ribcage rattled violently as you tried to force shaky breaths into your lungs. The floor was cold under your knees, making you realize youâd sunk down to the floor. It was pathetic, sobbing on the floor outside the bedroom door of the man whoâd just kicked you out, but you couldnât stop yourself..
Nothing made sense. Bucky had become your closest friend, security blanket, and trusted confidante over the last month, and now he hated you. Again. The two of you worked so hard to build trust and companionship, but Bucky set fire to it and watched it burn- and you had no idea why. Quiet footsteps caught your attention and you glanced up, finding Steve standing only a few feet away in his pajamas. Heâd heard you crying all the way from his room and come to see what the racket was about. He rushed to your side and asked over and over what was wrong, but you couldnât speak. After a while, he helped you to your feet and walked you slowly down the hall to your bedroom.
Steve left your side for only a moment to grab you a glass of water. He made you down the whole thing and worked with you to regulate your breathing so he could understand what was going on. âAlright, take your timeâ, he said gently, âjust tell me what happenedâ. But you couldnât tell him what happened- you didnât know. You didnât have a clue what youâd done- or hadnât done- to make Bucky so upset with you.
âEverything was fine, we were- we were asleep. I woke up and found him on the floor. He lookedâŠhe looked angry. Scared. Disgustedâ, it took a few shaky breaths for you to steady your voice, âand when I asked him if he was okay, heâŠuh, he told me to get out. He told me to stay away from himâ. Steve stared at you in disbelief. He hadnât seen Bucky this happy since their childhood days in Brooklyn, and he couldnât fathom a reason why Bucky would turn on you.
Steve held you as you continued to dampen his shirt with your tears, but rage seethed in his chest. Bucky knew what youâd gone through. He had experienced first-hand just how hard it was to learn to trust again- and heâd sent you stumbling back to square one. Steve refilled your water and sat with you as you drifted off into a restless sleep. Around 5:30, he rose from your bed and padded down the hall, determined to get to the bottom of this.
âBuck, open up. I know youâre in thereâ, Steve called as he knocked on Buckyâs door. He didnât wait for permission, however, and entered Buckyâs room to find him sitting on the floor. Bucky couldnât bring himself to move from that spot. Heâd sat there and listened to you cry, listened to Steve try and fail to console you. He was frozen. âHey, whatâs the deal?â Steve asked as he noticed Buckyâs vacant expression. Bucky just shook his head.
âI need you to tell me what happened. She is not okay,â Steve told him. Bucky didnât know if he could bring himself to apologize. Your voice had haunted his dreams for years after his escape, and waking in the middle of the night to hear you saying those words left him shaken. Every ounce of disdain heâd had for you came rushing back the moment you tried to reach out and comfort him. How could he have been so soft? How could he let you, his tormentor, into his heart? Into his bed? He didnât know how, but youâd broken down his walls, and he hated it. He hated that the one person he felt closest to had hurt him so deeply.
âShe woke me upâŠâ Bucky muttered, âshe woke me up because she was saying the words- my wordsâ. Steve hadnât expected that. He took a seat on Buckyâs bet and ran a hand through his hair with an exasperated sigh. âI donât want her around me anymore- I canât. I know she did what she had to do, butâŠdo you know how many times I heard her say those words? Every time she spouted them off, it meant pain, agony, fearâŠI canât have her in my life.â Steve tried to reason with him, but Bucky cut him off.
âI heard her voice saying those words and- and it put me right back in that chair. I was in the vault, screaming, having my mind wiped againâŠâ Bucky fell quiet. A look of torment clouded his eyes as he imagined you repeating the words over and over. The thought of you brought the smallest smile to his lips- something he hadnât expected. He thought of your laugh, your hair messy from sleep, your love for onion bagelsâŠhe adored you. He cared so deeply for you that it hurt.
Steve watched the internal struggle play out across Buckyâs features. âI know how you feel about herâŠâ he said gently, âwe both know you canât just cut her out of your life.â Bucky nodded. His feelings for you were complicated, to say the least. He wanted to have you by his side every minute of every day and make you laugh, make you smile, make you feel safe. He couldnât imagine what his life would be like without you- and he didnât want to. But how could he hold so much affection for someone whoâd put him through hell? Heâd built the walls around his heart high and strong, but youâd toppled them with ease. He struggled with the fact that youâd had an active part in his abuse. He couldnât forget what it had been like, seeing you consorting with Pierce and Rumlowe. But youâd played your role. And when youâd refused to hurt Bucky any more, youâd suffered the consequences.
âAlright, I donâtâŠI donât really know what to say, Buck,â Steve sighed, âso Iâll just leave you with this: I had to pick her up off the floor. She sobbed for two hours- only stopped because she was too exhausted to keep going. Cried herself to sleep. I know how good you are for each other, and I know she put you through some horrible thingsâŠbut none of them are her fault. You know that. And you couldâve easily been the one to fuck up tonight- hell, you couldâve choked her out in your sleep, and you know she wouldnât hold you accountable if you had. Sheâd understand. Youâre both traumatized, and itâs gonna manifest in ugly ways. Iâm not telling you what to do, justâŠthink about it.â
Steve stood and exited the room, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts. Steveâs words pushed Bucky down a rabbit hole of remorse. The sound of your sobs echoing through the halls had driven dagger after dagger into his heart, leaving him in physical pain. He hated hurting you, but he hated not being there for you even more. Yes, heâd been freaked out by what happened, but you were asleep. You were dreaming- probably having a nightmare. He owned up to the fact that he couldnât hold you accountable, and finally began to rise from his spot on the floor.
He quickly padded down the hall and into your room, finding you asleep. You looked so small, tucked into a tight ball all alone in your bed. He ached to be next to you. He wanted to wake you up, to apologize for everything heâd said, but he couldnât. He remembered Steve saying that youâd cried yourself to sleep; you were so exhausted by what Bucky had put you through that you physically couldnât stay awake any longer. As Bucky got closer, he saw the glint of a tear rolling down your cheek. The sight was enough to make him breakdown, but he held strong, and climbed into bed next to you instead.
Still asleep, you wriggled your way against Buckyâs body out of habit. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight to his chest, relishing in the feeling of your body against his. Moments later, your eyes flew open. âHeyâŠâ Bucky murmured. Seeing him next to you was jarring; you werenât sure the earlier events of the night had even happened until you realized your head was pounding. Pulling yourself away from Buckyâs embrace, you stared at him in disbelief.
âWhatâŠwhatâs going on? Didnât you kick me out a few hours ago?â you asked, your voice weak. Bucky nodded sheepishly with his eyes cast downward. He knew he was going to have to explain and figured he should just spill his guts to you instead of beating around the bush. âYou said the words-the Winter Soldier words, I mean. You said them in your sleep, and it freaked me out. It put me right back where I was all those years agoâŠâ he confessed, âI didnât know what to do. It was scary, hearing those words come out of your mouth again- but I know you were asleep- I know it was an accident. Iâm so sorry for what I saidâŠâ
More tears flooded your cheeks as you buried your face in your hands. âBucky, Iâm so- Iâm so sorry,â you choked between sobs. You couldnât believe youâd actually said the words, and no longer blamed Bucky for treating you so harshly. He shushed you and pulled you into his arms, holding you against his body as you bawled. He told you not to be sorry and apologized himself over and over and over until you finally spoke. âI donât blame you for- for not wanting me aroundâŠâ you muttered.
He wiped a few tears that had collected on your chin and wiped them on his shirt. âHey, I didnât mean it- really. I didnât. It was a knee jerk reactionâ, he took your face in his hands, not letting you break eye contact, âI want you around all the time. And Iâm not going anywhere, I promise. Okay?â After a moment, you nodded and let your head dip down to rest against Buckyâs chest. âGo back to sleepâŠâ he whispered, but you shook your head.
âI donât think I can. I donât- I probably shouldnât sleep in the same bed with you anymoreâŠI donât want this to happen againâ, your words made more tears spill over your lash line, leaving wet spots on Buckyâs shirt. He tilted your chin upward, angling you to look at him. âYouâve been doing so well- we both have- with the whole nightmare thing. Iâm not gonna let you give that up just because thereâs a small possibility that youâll say the wordsâ. Any attempt at a protest was foiled by Bucky, and you just didnât have the energy to argue anymore.
âCome on, we both need to get some sleep. Itâs gonna be okayâŠâ Bucky whispered, and you finally nodded. He held you as you drifted back to sleep, feeling grateful that your super soldier still wanted you around.
- iâm socially exhausted
- i donât have the time right now
- i donât know how to reply
- i have a bad memory and got distracted
- iâm having a depressive episode and donât have the energy to socialise
not reasons i havenât replied back:
- iâm ignoring you just because
- i hate you
- iâm fed up with you
- i donât want to be your friend anymore
Itâs like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didnât want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened?Â
But in the end, itâs only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didnât. Because they were holding on to something.
What are we holding on to, Sam?Â
That thereâs some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And itâs worth fighting for.
Fanfiction is becoming peopleâs primary form of entertainment right now because most media right now is so cheap, bland, recycled, and sponsored by people who love money more than the source material. Fanfiction is written for free by people who genuinely love what theyâre writing about. Thatâs why itâs better. Thatâs why itâs more satisfying. Fanfiction is a home-cooked meal made for yourself and for your friends. Media today is junky fast food spoiled by too much grease and the knowledge that the people producing it are being criminally mistreated and underpaid.Â
Youâre telling me that THIS MAN screams FLUFF?!?! Side note I love this gif cause it makes me wonder what it would be like if those dog tags were over my face đ okay gotta go put myself in horny jail now Iâll be back laterâŠ
He does scream fluffđ„ș.
It's so sweet and fluffy the way his cool metal hand grips your wrists pinning your hands above your head. Bucky holds himself over you, balancing his weight on his other arm.
Controlling your pleasure. Dominating you inside and out. Claiming every inch of your body.
"You want more bunny?" He sighs, his breath shuddering in his chest. The corner of his lip twitches at your broken sob, the faint I cant Bucky reaching his ears. "What's that? You need to cum again?"
He shifts his hips, languidly driving himself deeper and deeper inside you, his warm ridged cock striking a sensitive spot inside you. His dog tags clink softly as they skate across your heated sweated laced chest, the cool metal making you shiver.
Bucky leans forward so they're directly over your face, his hand closing tighter around your wrists. "Bite down," he orders, murmuring good girl when you obey. "Let's play a little game, every time you make a noise, I'll fuck you harder."
Your eyes widen, pulling his tags into your mouth, you push down the whimper clawing its way up your throat.
"But if you're quiet then I'll let you do whatever you want to me for the rest of the day. I'll be your personal fucktoy until midnight Bunny. But if I win, I get to split you open on my cock until you pass out."
The fiery look in his eyes sends an ice-cold shiver down your spine. You're going to lose. Oh, fuck you're going to lose. And win.
He snaps his hips into yours and sensations spark across your skin.
"Oh god yes," you cry out around his dog tags. You wrap your legs around his waist and dif your heels into his ass. Your eyes flicker up to his and you let out a vulgar moan.
for your sleepover: âjust open the god damn gift already!â + keeping warm by the fire w/ lee bodecker.
congrats again! đ
you're all i want for christmas
lee bodecker x f!reader
warnings: fluff, smut, worshipping each other by the fire <3. just my favorite sheriff in love with Princess, as usual. lee calls reader the usual princess, pretty girl. reader uses baby, sheriff, and daddy. oral (m receiving). unprotected p in v (wrap it your life isn't fiction).
prompt: just open the god damn gift already! listen to 'You're All I Want For Christmas' by Al Martino while reading xx
join in on my holiday season & 1k + sleepover!
a/n: (any body type can be read in my fics. i never explicitly say so, but i always write my men for the strong beefy characters they are; they can handle anything and everything, and do so with desire and great ease. i also deserve to be thrown around like i weigh 2 pounds so i always write them with this in mindđ€)
i'm super sick right now and this was not edited, all mistakes are my own.
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Wrapped in a blanket and leaning back against the couch, perched quietly on the soft carpet of your living room was how you found Leeâ a sight hard to resist getting lost in for a moment when he looked so damn inviting. You only found him like this when he needed to calm his nerves after especially frustrating days at the station; staring off into the glow of the small fireplace looking for nothing but the soft song and dance of the flames. A sweet picture you mentally took note of and filed into the last place of your mind that wasn't yet overrun with thoughts of your Sheriff.
Shuffling a bit as he heard the jingle of your keys, you spotted him immediately when you walked through the front door, the new checkered pajama flannels you'd bought him peaking out of the blanket.
His eyes lit up, watching and waiting with such animated delight as you removed your heavy coat and gloves. His face immediately softening, the scowl he usually wore long forgotten as his arms reached for you the second you were done undressing. Pulling your back against his tired frame, he sighed into the familiar comfort of your hair while pressing a kiss into the back of your head, continuing to peacefully watch the fire with you now in between his legs.
You'd never seen him look so radiantâ the holiday season always took a lot out of Lee, crime seeming to grow stupid as the colder times of the year rolled around. But Christmas time was always your special timeâ a time where the two of you, work stress and frustrations aside, showered each other in gifts the short weeks leading up to the holiday.
Neither of you were particularly religious, not necessarily celebrating any of the booming holidays that littered the special month. It didn't really matter, your love was holy, something sacred meant to be worshipped and revered for days and nights no calendar could ever highlight. That love was worth celebrating enough.
And how could you not watch his usually stern face admire the fireâ or the way his rosy cheeks reflected the soft lights of the Christmas tree nestled just a few feet away? He felt you staring but he'd never object to it; you always made him feel like something worth admiring, something no ornament or star sitting prettily on the top of a tree could ever understand. He loved your attention and longed for the small moments like this that left you both reveling in your love for each other through each and every season.
Dropping a soft kiss to his cheek, you rest your head back against his shoulder, watching the way his face crinkled as it broke out into a smile. Not wanting to rupture the serene air just yet, his eyes leave the fire and turn towards you, taking in the way your eyes reflect the adoration shone in the twinkle of his bright blues. "I love you," he hums, "ya have a good day, princess?"
"Mmmm was okay," distracted, you're looking at the way the lights of the room bounce around the features of his face as if they didn't know where they wanted to be most. It was something that made you think 'oh, I get it. I never know where to look at him first'.
"I got something for you Lee... a little something different from the other nights. Wait here?" you whisper into the peaceful air of the room while your pointer traces down the line between his brows and to the tip of his nose; the smell of burning wood, the aftershave and cologne that Lee wore practically baking off of him, filling your senses and making it difficult to ever leave his embrace. His arms circle around you even tighter, a low whine pressed into the back of your neck telling you he wasn't planning on letting you go anytime soon.
You giggle, turning around in his arms to find his sweet face. Taking his chin in your hand you brush over the dimple sitting perfectly in the center of his jaw and try again, "Promise it'll be worth your while, baby. Just give me a minute to get it ready." Dropping a kiss to his dimple like he always likes, a soft blush spreads along his cherubic cheeks.
"Fine, Princess. Hurry back 'fore I change my mind. Wanna give ya mine too..." he quickly speaks against your temple, landing a soft slap to the back of your thighs as you quickly rushed off of the floor.
Going to your room, you hear him dramatically let out a low growl in only a way he could make seem so pained and real, but so animated and theatrical that you can't help but feel your heart swell with laughter. Frantically stripping your clothes, you scramble through your closet looking for the black box holding the new lingerie and garter set you'd bought for him. Lingerie was expensive, but you'd spend five paychecks on Lee if that's what you needed to give him a well-deserved surprise.
Throwing on the dark red lace set, you quickly slide into your sheer black knee highs and clasp the fastens from the garter tightly into them. Spraying some more perfume into the points of your neck and inner wrists, you shake the roots of your hair a bit, and move to apply a coat of Lee's favorite lipstick. You pull on the matching satin robe over the new set and slip into black stilettos, all but prancing out of the room.
The way his eyes rake over your body the second you stepped into the room was gift enough, the light from the fireplace only amplifying his quick change in demeanor that much more as he groaned out a string of rushed profanities. Crawling was not an action you ever thought you'd see your big man take part in, but his angelic princessâ dressed in his favorite color, practically entrancing him with a song singing 'ravish me, I'm yours to unravel'â was all it took.
Mesmerized by the sway of your hips and the swish of the satin dancing along your thighs; catching the light in a way that made you glow sinfully; he couldn't help but fall to his hands and knees in reverence, ignoring the gift meant for you and the blanket that once sat on his lapâ slowly crawling towards what he saw as promise of divine bliss after the terrible week he'd been having. The curve of your matte cherry lip in contrast with the shimmer of your skin and the playful gleam in your eye had a fire stirring in his soul that rivaled the fervor and heat of the one currently housed in the small walls of the room.
Taking the sight of you in, he couldn't help but slide his rough palms up the backs of your legs; feeling the expanse of the sheer stockings hugging your skin as he squeezed and caressed; an aching in his core longing to feel so tightly worn by you just like the garments clinging to you.
The longingâ felt in his smooth cheeks brushing against your shins and calves as he left kisses up and down the sheer fabric of your legs, desperately trying to cover every inch and freckle with his devotion for you. It didn't take long for him to get himself worked up. Honestly, all it took was you stepping through the front door. But your now intoxicating smirkâ taunting him in the indifference you wore as you brushed your fingers softly through the hairs at the top of his headâ all while he vied for your attention, was driving him wild.
If you weren't the most all-consuming wonder to be placed in his life.
And it didn't take long for you to get that familiar tingle ripping through your core, seeing the usually brooding sheriff now between your legs and on his knees for you set a scorching heat through your veins. It felt good to be reminded of this kind of power; Lee was many things and held many titles in your life. But if it was one thing you were always sure of, this man lived to worship you.
Tugging him softly away from your legs by his hair, you make your way back over to where he was originally resting, nodding your head with a soft hum for him to follow you. Giggling lightly to yourself, he quickly scrambles to follow after you while he ignores the almost painful throb of the quickly growing bulge in his pajama bottoms. He places himself back against the couch, his legs open and inviting for you to slink yourself into, his wide eyes never leaving you for a second waiting to see what you'll do next.
Grabbing for his shoulder you pull yourself down onto his lap, sliding your legs to softly land on either side of him. You take his jaw in your hand while bringing his face forward to leave light kisses to the sides of his mouth, moving around the planes and curves of his faceâ soft moans and sweet hums following the path of your kiss filled with promise of the love you wished to drown him in.
After a few minutes of the sweet torture of your touch and the frustration in how you pushed his hands away from you every time he grabbed for you, you could tell he was growing impatient. He never let you take control and this was exactly why. You enjoyed making him squirm too much, the power getting to your head and bringing him to a point so saccharine, his whimpers and cries so glorious just before he snapped. It only took the smallest of teasing from you to turn him into a whining man. He absolutely loved it; the way your fingers traced circles into the lower half of his soft belly; the way your lips never could find just one favorite spot on the edge of his lips or the base of his jaw; the way your breath surrounded him in a freezing warmth only you could comfort him with.
"C'mon princess, stop teasin' me..." his dark drawl whined out into the soft palm of your hand. His favorite place to nuzzle his face into, currently brushing against the plump skin of his face. "These goddamn fingers..." he huffs out.
Nuzzling your nose across his plump lips, you hum out a quick 'no', continuing with your light kisses and brushes of your fingertips along his body. A small 'please' fills the room, a sound so sweet, you never knew he could make it. But to hear it fall from his plump pink lipsâ it was one you knew you'd be dreaming about for many nights.
"Let me play with you a bit before I let you have your fun, Sheriff..." Leaving a few kisses up the side of his face to the shell of his ear left him shivering, your soft breath reminding him of what you felt like ghosting along other parts of him whenever he let you do what you wanted.
"You're gon' be the death of me princess... c'mon pretty girl..." he pleads again, desperation more apparent than the last few tries. You continue with the soft movement of your fingers and lips, now trailing and tracing down the smooth lines of his neck to the skin of his chest. Slowly undoing each button of his flannel, you leave a wet kiss after popping each one. Feeling Lee's muscles tense under each one rouses soft hums to leave your lips, the light huffs of air causing him to squirm.
Trailing your pointer down his soft stomach, he places his lips on the skin of your upper sternum, pressing soft kisses to try and distract himself from the chill of your touch. Toying at the band of his pants, you drag your finger along the outline of his hard cock through his soft flannels.
He lets out a hiss, his eyes squeezing shut as you leisurely begin palming him. "Mmm a few more minutes Lee... s'part of your gift. And you have to give me your gift first before I letâ"
"Jus' open the goddamn gift already so I can unwrap mine!" he barks out throwing his gift for you into your arms, a soft whine slipping through the cracks of his frustration that did not go unmissed by you. Smirking softly to yourself, you stop your hand just as it makes its way down the outline of his cock.
Sending him a disapproving look through the shake of your head and soft tut of your lips, he swallows hard, signs of an apology in the gleam of his blue eyes. You knew he loved that look you'd give him, as rare as you gave it; it was a look that always made his breath stutter and his eyes to fight from shuttering closed.
Pulling the loose fitting satin tighter to you so that it's clinging to each bump and curve, his eyes can't help but follow each and every movement the fabric makes, not wanting to miss a second of this heaven sitting so prettily in the throne of his lap. Lee always made you feel like your figure was something worth marvelingâ a body he longed for so much. His favorite work of art, his very own statue adorned in a thin veil of silk and desireâ the satin bow surrounding it now bunching and pulling tauntingly while the slit on the side inches up higher.
It wasn't until the slit finally inched too high, the top of your thigh poking out revealing the red lace garter and its intricate pattern, teasing Lee that much further. His eyes shut tight, a stuttered 'oh fuck me' leaving through his parted lips as he tries to contain the urge to fuck you into the living room floor before you told him to.
Seeing the squirm of his body turn to pained desperation, you finally indulge in one of his requests and open his box. You shimmy down his legs slightly, just so you can open the box without suffocating his space any more than necessary.
A key sat nestled in green tissue paper, a picture of a gorgeous two floor ranch covered in snow resting in the back of the small box. It was the key to that new house they were building along the woods of town. He hadn't stopped talking about it for months, going on and on about how he knew it would be just perfect for the two of you to move into to start a life together. He included a small card bare except for a few words written in his messy handwriting 'a castle for my princess'.
"Please say yes," he whispers. His nerves suddenly showing themself after watching you stare at the words on the card for longer than he'd liked.
"Say yes to what, Daddy?" you try to tease, your excitement betraying you, squeaking through a bright smile and manifesting itself into hurried and breathy words as your body lunges towards his. You slowly start to grind your hips on his, his hard cock twitching at the contact.
Groaning, he wraps his strong arms tighter around your soft frame, fighting a smile while taking in the soft glow emanating from your skin due to the heat of the moment and the low light dancing all around the room. "Fuck me... ya not playin' fair, princess..."
"Yes of course yes. I want this life with you Leâ" he abruptly cuts you off smashing his lips against yours, his hands clawing their way up your thighs as he toys with the lace and stockings adorning them. You continue trailing your hands over the expanse of his body, feeling the tight muscles of his arms and thighs and back up the length of his soft belly and chest. Moving towards his shoulders, you put your hands through the sleeves of his unbuttoned flannel scratching lightly at the skin of his arms as you push it down his body.
He shivers in response, his arms tightening around your waist as you move your lips down his neck, your hands finding their way to the extremely hard cock in his pants. "Can't wait to feel these devilish fingers every day fo' the rest of my life. Ya make me feel so good, princess. Always make Daddy feel so loved, ya know that?"
You moan into his mouth as your hand works on his thick cock, the throb matching the beat of your heart pulsing through you, faster and rhythmically as you watch him come undone. You felt your body flush in a tingly warmth at the thoughtâ it was extremely filthy to think of, the way your bodies always were so in tune with each otherâsâ making you clench around nothing as a wave of arousal grew and made the wet patch in your lace underwear grow darker.
"Gonna put a ring on that pretty lil handâoh fuck! That's the next step princess. Gotta do it right, gonna make it the easiest yes shitâ of your life," he moaned out, the pumping of your fist and the gleam of your wide eyes driving him crazy. Pushing his shoulders back against the couch, you trail your lips down his body as your hands massage the muscles of his thick legs, your fingers reaching the top of his pants and tugging, a silent ask in your eyes as they meet his fluttering ones to lift his hips up, shimmying them off and down his legs.
Taking him into your fist, you gather spit and lean to drip it on him, wanting to get him a bit more worked up before you take him into your mouth. The second your spit met his dick, he moans, the sightâ one he loved to watch yet seeming too much in the overwhelming development of the night. You place a few wet kisses to his inner thighs, soft hums leave his lips as you feel him melt into your touch. Working your way up his thighs, you place a hard kiss on his almost-purple head, twisting your hand at the base of his cock as you begin your steady rhythm again, he twitches in your hand as your move your lips around him in little kisses, covering wherever your hand has just moved and twisted around him.
With one final kiss to his head, you take him in your mouth, your tongue moving under him teasingly as you start to feel spit lining the base of your lips and length of his cock. Moving your head down further, you relax your jaw and start bobbing your head, your tongue picking up speed in its movement and obscene sucking sounds begin to fill the air as you hollow your cheeks and take as much of him as you can.
His eyes never leave your body, pressed up against the length of his legs as your ass pokes up proudly in the air, your lips encasing him like you were made for him. The air filled with noises of your ministrations and the sighs and moans of a desperate Lee. Taking his heavy balls in your hand, warm and soft, is what does him in. His hips betraying his hard working restraint thus far and thrusting into your mouth, your throat constricting around him as you lowly gag. He grabs fistfuls onto the back of the couch, his cock throbbing in time with the heavy racing of his heart and panting of his breath.
"Shit princessâ need'ya to stop, I won't survive that pretty lil mouth if ya keep that up," he breathes out, soft moans and whimpers littering his words and causing you to giggle slightly around him. He shudders and reluctantly pushes your mouth off of him and pulls you up for a quick kiss.
Lee leans you back against the soft carpet, his eyes and hands traveling over every inch of skin they can find as he drinks in the sight of this gift youâve given him. He hovers over you, gently stroking his hand down the side of your face and neck, mesmerized by the way the fire and Christmas tree lights catch you in the most beautiful light. He slowly starts untying the robe, excitement swimming in his eyes once he sees sight of the dark red strap of your bra poking out. He nudges the robe open with his nose, his lips immediately peppering kisses as your skin revealed more and more of itself to him while he finished taking off the satin. "What I ever do without ya? Gonâ worship you âtil the day I die princess. Fuckinâ made to be loved by me, ya know that?â
You smile softly at him, your hand meeting the side of his face as he begins placing kisses everywhere he can, starting with the skin of your palm and inner wrist, moving his way down your arm to your chest and starting all over again with the other hand. He stayed like this for a while, slowly showering your body with his love and lips, his eyes closed in honor of the overwhelming feelings he had for you. In between his soft kisses, he mumbled words of his love and how you made him feel, most of which went missed by your ears but your heart felt them all the same. An intimate moment of just Lee and the skin of your body.
Once his lips met the skin of your stomach, he moved slower, not wanting a centimeter of skin to go missing from the caress of his kiss. "Here's what's gonna happen pretty girl, you're gonna keep this gorgeous lil set on while I take you a part. Once I'm satisfied with how fucked out ya look, I get to remove it. Deal?" he whispers into the crotch of your panty, his nose brushing past the wet spot and moaning at the thought of your sweet pussy. "Gonna make you feel good princess, need'ya to feel as good as ya make me feel."
You whimper and nod your head, his lips teasing around that sensitive spot on your left thigh that leaves you squirming and trying to push his lips a little higher. You feel him smirk into your skin, placing a playful bite there until he works his lips around the skin, sucking and leaving his mark like he loves doing. Pulling back to admire your figure once more, his eyes find yours and a smile breaks out all the way behind his eyes. "So fuckin' beautiful," he breathes out, "so pretty and all mine."
He knows what he's doing to you, trying to tease you in the way you were playing with him earlier. But he means every word, every accented syllable of his low drawl, expressing his love for you with such pained sincerityâ your need for him growing stronger by the second. Until you can't handle his love and adoration for you, causing you to quickly push him to his back, sliding your panties to the side and sinking down on him. His eyes shut tightly at the unexpected movement coupled with the warmth and wetness of your walls, sucking him in immediately and stretching around him in such a short amount of time. You both groan loudly, the welcomed stretch feeling painful but in the most pleasureful way.
âOh fuckâ come on princess, thatâs it, use me. Such a good girl. Take what ya need" he moans out, the swivel of your hips pulling him into a trance, the way your body worked itself on top of him, pulling him in again and again and again as you speed your movements up.
"You feel like fuckin' heaven. Shit, you're the best gift I ever got." His words encourage you to roll your hips harder, pulling his back up off the floor so he was sitting up a bit, the new angle pulling him in impossibly deeper. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you clench around him, gripping him like a wet fist and pulling a strangled moan from his lips. Your movements continue even as your legs and muscles grow tired, Lee sensing your struggle as your legs start to shake from the quickly approaching high and from your movement becoming a bit faltering. As your nails dig deeper into the skin of his shoulders, he takes the soft whines leaving from your lips and the way your legs circle tightly around his waist as sign to finally take over.
"Alright, lemme take care of ya now. Daddy's got you. Been doin' so perfect for me princess," he whispers into the skin of your neck as he plants his feet on the ground, thrusting his hips up off of the floor, using the bottom of the couch as leverage to stay seated upright, this angle feeling all too good to leave just yet. You whimper into the side of his head as his hand meets your clit, rubbing circles into your sensitive nub the way you love. All while he continues thrusting up into you harder and harder, his lips never leave your skin, words of how beautiful you look on top of him tumbling quickly out of his mouth, unaware if he even knows he's doing it. As soon as your body starts trembling and your thighs start shaking around him, he knows you're close and moves his hand down to your hips, firmly holding you you him and as pounds into you with all his strength. The weight of him somehow heightened from this angle of him being under you while you cling to him like a rag doll.
He couldn't get enough of you coming apart from him like this. Even through the excitement of your high, the way your eyes shut tight and your lips parted panting and filling the air with your sweet moans, how your pussy pulled him in tighter even as you were in the depths of your pleasured release, fluttering around him and needing him closer, he couldn't ever shake the feeling of you coming undone from pleasure he gave you.
Working you through the fade of your high, he moved you to your back, moving your legs up a bit higher around his waist and slowly rolled his hips in and out, in and out.
The torturous drag of his dick as his strong body held you to the floor and tightly around him, the weight of his rough thrusts as he pounded into you, his strong thick thighs and hips pinning you to the carpet and forcing you to feel every vein and ridge of his hard cockâ it was heaven. A moment both of you never wished to end and desperately needed more of.
He felt too good, the weight of his cock driving deep inside you as you clenched around him fogging your mind and filling it with only thoughts of Lee and the way only he could make you feel. You tried to open your mouth to tell him how good he makes you feel, how perfect he fits inside you, how much you love him, but you can't find the words. His cock roughly pushing deeper and harder into you than you thought before, his powerful thrusts knocking you into the inebriated sobriety of Lee and how he makes you feel.
A deep breathy chuckle pulls you out of your daze, Lee catching on to how you've been trying to form a sentence but incoherent mumbles are all that seem to tumble out of your lips through moans and pants of heavy breathing. You grow shy hearing that he'd caught you and turn to move your head away from his sight, trying to hide your face into the skin of his warm chest as if he wasn't currently railing you like his life depended on it.
He moves his hand to quickly grip your throat, a bit of pressure behind his hold but only adding to the intoxicating lull he had pulled you under, "Uh uh, don't hide that pretty face from me, wanna see you while you take daddy's cock. Don't grow shy on me now, ya were made for all of me, princess. Love when you go dumb 'round my cock."
You whine, his words sending you towards another high, the tightening of the muscles in your lower belly pulling and growing intense, you know you won't last long. Lee feels his; long overdue but holding off to make sure you felt good before he gives a load to you; his breathing growing into harsh pants and gasps for air, his legs starting to shake as his hips stutter in their powerful thrusts. He moves your legs from around his waist and places them over his shoulders, the new angle making it hard not to cum in you right then and there, but the whine you let out as he pushes back into you makes it worth the torture. The new angle causes his heavy balls to repeatedly slap into the skin of your ass as he continues to work you towards and through your high.
You try and keep your eyes open to watch as he reaches his high but your lids betray you as they keep fluttering closed, the way his pleasure soars through your body igniting every nerve in tiny little explosions of tingles and the tightening of muscles. As he leans his body weight down on top of you, folding you in half and caging you between the soft carpet and his love, his lips find themselves attached to the skin of your leg. Moving his lips between the skin of your knee and muscles of your inner thighs, watching your body underneath him as his hand moves back to your clit, sending you into a sea of white hot pleasure as stars cloud your vision.
You tighten a hold around his broad shoulders, pulling his body down harder on top of yours as your body trembles and shakes through your second release. He says something to you, over and over, chanting, but you can't hear anything. The sound of the blood rushing in your ears and the way your heart thumped loudly in your chest adding to the strength of your orgasmic haze.
He thrusts into you ferociously a few more times, the snap of his hips matching the mewls and cries falling from your drool clad lips. Spilling his load into you, you feel his body go slack, his strong legs shaking as white hot ropes of cum shoot into you, slipping out around you both as he fills you up.
"Oh princess, you gotta long night ahead of you..."
SO GOOD!! I absolutely love Lee like this, his big heart showing despite his gruff exterior â€ïž and Iâd give anything to have him ravage me like that đ„”
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Being Bucky and Steveâs best girl should feel easy, if only your mind and emotions agreed.
Word Count: Over 8.3k (sorry!)
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), double penetration, dirty talk, tension, possessive behavior, slight angst, porn with feels (itâs me, câmon), minor harassment, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (theyâre warnings, okay?)
A/N: Welcome to the next part of my tattoo AU and the final part of phase 3! This is follow up to Eternal Brand - Part 2. Sorry to keep you lovelies waiting. Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullabyâ â but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo ! This AU wouldnât exist without them. Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphicsâ and banners by the lovely @its-just-mayâ .
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There was a slight spring in your step as you moved around the kitchen. You couldnât quite put your finger on it, but you had a feeling something good was going to happen. You wished you knew what it was. For now, you were going to cook for your boys because they more than deserved it after taking care of you.
This was so worth the wait (as I knew it would be) đ I am in love with this AU and everything about this was perfect. The angst, the fluff, the smut.. and the ending seriously made me tear up! Absolutely fantastic â€ïžâ€ïž
Hi, friends! This is inspired by real life events...well, not my real life- the real life of my best friend @mandersshow. I just live vicariously through her.
Send me your comments, suggestions, and/or requests! đ„°
Worry hit Bucky like a truck as he heard a scream erupt from your bedroom nextdoor. Dropping his book to the ground, he sprinted across his bedroom and threw open the door-your scream becoming more amplified as he did so. He barged through your door as his heart hammered wildly against his ribs, concern coursing through him at light speed. If something happened to you, he'd be lost. Aside from Steve, you were the best friend he'd ever had and the best person he knew. It had been almost six months since he'd realized he was in love with you, but he knew that telling you meant risking the loss of your friendship, and that was too scary to think about.
He had no idea what could have been terrorizing you at 2:14am on a Tuesday but he knew that the line of work you two had chosen wasn't always the safest. Throwing on your bedroom light, he expected to see Batroc or Rumlowe with a knife to your throat, but he saw...nothing. There you were, sleeping peacefully like nothing had happened. Bucky wondered if maybe he could've imagined your scream and almost turned around to leave when a similar scream ripped through your chest.
His breath caught in his throat at the sound and without thinking he dashed across the room to your side. These screams didn't sound scared, they sounded...different. Pained, maybe? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but as someone who experienced night terrors all too often, there was no way he was going to leave you there asleep. Gently, he placed a large, warm hand on your shoulder and whispered your name until he saw your eyes flutter open.
"B-Bucky?" you muttered as you came to. A dopey smiled flooded your face as you saw your favorite person hovering above you. The stupid crush you'd had on Bucky since you met him had grown into full blown love and seeing him here in your room in the middle of the night was a more than welcome sight. You reached a hand up and stroked his stubble before the reality of the situation set in. "Um, what's going on? Is everything okay?" you asked, fearing that he'd had yet another horrifying nightmare.
A chuckled left Bucky's lips as he sat down on your bed, placing a hand lightly on your thigh. "Yeah, doll. I'm just fine. I was reading and I heard you scream, so I had to come check on you" he muttered. Slowly but surely, the gears in Bucky's mind turned and when he realized what was different about your scream, he blushed instantaneously. "What...?" you asked, noticing the scarlet color that quickly overtook his cheeks. He laughed nervously and refused to meet your eyeline, causing you to sit up and take his face in your hands. "Barnes, hey. Come on, what's the deal?"
"Right. So, um" Bucky began, "I assumed you were having a nightmare, so I came in here because I thought those were uh, bad screams. But now that I'm thinking about it, I'm realizing they were...good screams". An awkward laugh filled the silence and you began twirling a strand of hair between your fingers as part of a nervous habit. "Oh...right. Well, uh, I guess we're really close friends now that you know what I sound like when I climax" you joked. Bucky couldn't hold back his laughter and you felt his grip on your thigh tighten ever so slightly.
"Looks that way," he teased. Suddenly, you became very aware of the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt, and his sculpted, scarred physique was on display. You couldn't stop yourself from staring at the every hard line and gentle curve of his perfect body, the most beautiful body you'd ever seen. And of course, while Bucky was sitting there looking perfect, you were wearing a big Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and a pair of undies with pizzas printed on them.
"Well, I hope I didn't disturb you too much" you murmured with a quiet laugh, letting your fingertips travel lightly down his arm. Goosebumps rose across his skin at the contact and he could feel the desire he had for you rearing its head. "That's okayâŠsounded good to me", he teased.
Suddenly, your mouth ran dry and any attempt at a witty comeback was thwarted. Bucky searched your face while waiting for a reply, and he hated that he couldn't quite guess what you were thinking. Alarm bells rang loudly in his head as he realized that he had probably made you uncomfortable. "Um, so I guess I'm gonna go back to my room" he muttered, giving your thigh one last squeeze before letting go. Instantly, you missed the feeling of his warm hand against your skin. The phrase 'now or never' circled around and around in your head and before you knew it, you were throwing your arms around Bucky's neck.
"Don't go," you whispered, and that was all the convincing he needed. His strong arms wrapped around each of your thighs, pulling you hastily into his lap. Wasting no time, you enveloped his mouth with yours. He let out a deep moan at the contact, and you felt heat rising in your chest. His hands roamed your body, appreciating every mole and scar that decorated your skin. Your hands pressed into his firm chest before snaking behind his neck and twisting into his hair. Buckyâs mouth was locked against yours as you let yourself grind down into him, eliciting a moan from his throat. When you realized you had something rather interesting to admit to him, you pulled away.
He couldnât stop the low groan from leaving his mouth as you broke the kiss, and he leaned in again, desperate for another taste of you. "Hey, Barnes, I thought you might want to know something..." you murmured. He couldnât think of anything that was nearly as interesting as kissing you, but he cocked his head to the side anyway, prompting you with a âand whatâs that?â A devilish smile twisted across your lips and you pressed one teasingly kiss lightly to his neck before the grand reveal.
"I was dreaming about you".
Buckyâs eyes darkened with lust he gripped your hips tightly, bringing you down even harder into his lap. The hard length of his cock pressing against your core made your clit throb and you knew you'd definitely have bruises from his vibranium fingers tomorrow- but youâd be happy to sport them. His lips found yours once again as your hands took in the firm musculature of his back and shoulders. You moaned into his mouth as his large hands- one warm and one cold- slowly trailed up the back of your shirt. A shiver travelled the length of your spine, prompting a dark chuckle from Bucky.
He trailed warm, slow kisses from your mouth, down the length of your neck, and along your collarbone, watching you melt right in front of him. You felt a tugging along the hem of your shirt and opened your eyes to see Bucky pulling on it ever so slightly. "Off?" he murmured and you nodded. He pulled your shirt up over your head painstakingly slowly, taking inventory of your reaction all the while. âSoâŠâ he prompted as he trails kisses across your chest, âtell me about this dreamâ.
Bucky didnât stop dragging his lips over your skin, making it almost impossible to speak or even think. It was the most delicious form of torture you couldâve ever imagined. âWe were, umâŠâ you breathed, âyou had me on- on my bed⊠face down and-â Bucky chuckled darkly against the sensitive skin of your chest. âFace down, huh, doll? I like the sound of thatâ, his tongue flicked lightly against one of your nipples before he ordered you to continue. His ever-hardening cock throbbed under you, making it even more difficult to speak.
It took a few deep breaths for you to regain the ability to speak, and even then, your voice shook, âyou wereâŠyou were eating me out-â. Buckyâs mouth left your breast suddenly, making you whine. Without warning, he lifted you from his lap and had you on the bed- face down. âEating you out from the back, doll? Thatâs fucking perfect. I donât know if you know this, but this ass of yours,â he said, laying a slap to your skin, âis probably the best thing Iâve ever seen.â He joined you on the bed and let his hands grip both side of your ass, squeezing and digging into the flesh, âFucking perfectâŠâ
His knee spread your legs apart, making room for him to wriggle in between your thighs. âHang on- your ass is the second best thing Iâve ever seenâ, he said darkly, âthis pussy is definitely number oneâ. His finger trailed slowly from your entrance to your clit, only using enough pressure to tease the hell out of you. A whiny sound left your lips and made him chuckle, âdesperate for me, huh?â A smirk crossed your lips as you realized that this was literally a dream come true. Once again, his hands dug into your ass as he let his lips ghost over your cunt.
His cool demeanor dropped completely as he got even the slightest taste of you. Bucky was completely desperate for you and couldnât hold himself back any longer. He wanted- needed you so bad that it almost hurt. His is tongue licked stripe after slow, deliberate stripe through you, making you moan. The sound spurred him on and he let his lips wrap completely around your clit, sucking deliciously while his tongue circled against it. His cold hand moved to the small of your back, holding you in place as you began to squirm under his touch.
His other hand swept teasingly over your entrance, lightly pushing into you ever slightly before withdrawing completely once again. âBuuuuuuuckâ you groaned, making him hum against your clit. The vibrations couldâve killed you, but you wouldnât have been mad about it. Just when you thought he couldnât get any more devious, he let the knuckle of his pointer finger press against your entrance.
The sensation was unexpected but gratifying, pulling a dirty moan from your throat. âOh, she likes thatâŠâ Bucky teased as he did it once more. He pressed firmer against your back with his vibranium palm as your growing pleasure made you wriggle. Hearing whimpers and moans leave your moans because of him was enough to drive Bucky crazy, but he needed more. He was dying to be inside you, to feel you. With his tongue still leasing your clit, he pushed two fingers into you until he was knuckle deep.
âGoddamn- fuuuuuckâŠâ was all you could manage. He let his fingers sweep against your smooth walls, relishing in how warm and tight you were around him. It was then that he pressed against your sweet spot. âBuckâ you moaned. He stopped his work against your clit and pulled his mouth away completely, âyeah, sweetheart? Somethinâ you wanna say?â He couldnât help but tease you- it was too much fun. âItâs so-â you tried to say, until he stroked against your sweet spot and halted your words.
âSo what, doll?â
âSo-â a moan cut you off as he flicked his tongue against your clit and pressed on your g-spot simultaneously. The resulting moan that fell from your lips rattled your ribcage and made Buckyâs cock throb. Your breathing was rapid and shallow as unstoppable whines and curses left your mouth. Bucky knew you were close and doubled his efforts, never straying from your g-spot until he felt you lose control. Every muscle in your body pulled taught and you lost the ability to breathe as fire coursed through your veins. You clenched uncontrollably around Buckyâs fingers while your high overtook you completely. He moaned against your clit as you came for him, sending vibrations through your clit until it was almost too much.
He didnât stop his work until you had to beg him to stop, and even then, it was hard for him to pull away. He rolled you onto your back and positioned himself on top of you, looking for a kiss. You grabbed desperately at his dog tags and pulled him down until his lips met yours for a hungry kiss.
âDid we do the dream justice?â he asked, âcause if not, I can try againâŠâ he teased. Your lips found his again, communicating to him just how well heâd done. You pulled away, though, making him huff in disappointment. âWell, you way surpassed the dream,â you told him, âbut Iâve had a lot of dreams about you, so we should probably get to work on thoseâŠâ
