strawberries and chocolate
summary: bucky can't get high and you're too high — needy and hot and clinging to him until he's buried between your thighs, moaning into you like it's the only high he'll ever need.
pairing: roommate!bucky barnes x fem!reader | word count: 1.9k warnings: weed, high sex, smut, finger sucking, thigh-riding, oral (f. receiving), fingering, slight foodplay but not really, bucky is a munch prompt: strawberries and chocolate - day 5 of @pinksplace & @wildflowersandvibranium galentine's event
"Can I try some of that?" Bucky gestures towards the joint you'd been smoking, leaning against the frame of the window you were sitting on.
You're sitting comfortably on the window seat, in a pair of sleep shorts and one of Bucky's sweaters. You'd become accustomed to stealing his clothes slowly —asking to "borrow" a t-shirt or a sweater — before they slowly ended up in your laundry.
There had been a cold breeze coming in from where you had the window cracked open to let out the smoke.
"I thought you can't get high? Because of the serum?" You're passing the joint over to him anyway, a little absentminded.
"I can't get drunk. It's probably the same with this but I just want to see." Bucky takes a drag, exhaling slowly.
You're already high out of your mind, muscles relaxed and body loose. Everything feels heightened. You're too warm. Too needy. The sight of his lips wrapped around the joint, exhaling soft and slow sends heat curling low in your stomach.
You shake off the thought, jumping down from the window.
You go over to the kitchen, picking up the bowl of strawberries and melted chocolate you had put there earlier — settling onto the couch as Bucky takes a few more drags, before putting the joint out.
"Feel anything?"
"Nothing." Bucky groans before flopping onto the couch next to you, letting his head fall to your shoulder.
He's close. Too close.
God, he smells so good.
He's so warm and big and right there. Your skin tingles with desire so strong, it hurts.
You dip a strawberry into the melted chocolate before bringing it to your mouth.
You let out an exaggerated moan, eyes rolling back.
"Fuck these are so good, they taste even better when you're high."
Bucky gives you a look that says thanks for rubbing it in my face and you laugh before eating another.
The chocolate coats the inside of your mouth, the sweetness mixed with the freshness of the berries.
"Mm, I could eat these forever. Like can I eat strawberries and chocolate forever?"
Bucky looks over at you, eyes going dark as you let out another moan. He hates the way his dick twitches. Hates himself for being turned on simply by the sound of your voice. God, here you were, trying to have a relaxing evening, eating your strawberries and he's getting hard at the sounds you're making like a fucking pervert.
Little does he know the way your pussy is already throbbing for him — you're too high, it's too much. And he's so big.
Your heart is beating unbearably fast.
Yeah, you may have smoked a tad too much. Okay, more than a tad.
You need something to hold onto, to ground you.
You climb into Bucky's lap like it's the most natural thing in the world. He inhales sharply, arm already wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.
"Bucky, I'm too— I think I smoked too much—"
"S'okay doll, m'here, what do you need?" His hand pushes the hair out of your face and you lean into his touch like it's the only keeping you tethered to the earth — because it is.
"Need pressure. Need you." Your voice is muffled against his neck as you shift on his lap to be closer to him. Bucky's heart stutters at the way you lean into him, the way you trust him.
"And more strawberries." You pull back from his neck, reaching for the bowl.
Bucky laughs softly, shaking his head before passing it to you.
You eat a few more, head resting against his chest as he draws soothing circles into your hip. Or, it should be soothing but anything he does just makes you need him more —makes the desire crawl down your spine and settle at the base. You feel as though you can hear your pussy throbbing. As though he can hear it.
The air is thick with tension, every breath he takes brushing over the skin of your neck, every touch making you light up, your fingers itching to wrap around him, lips tingling like you can already taste him.
You shift on his lap again and—
Oh. Oh.
Your clit catches just right on the hem of your shorts and you have to bite down on your lip to keep from moaning.
Bucky hears the short gasp, feels the way your fingers tighten in his shirt and tries to think about anything but the way you'd grip his hair while he fucked you.
"Want to try some?" You're holding a strawberry out to him, dipped in chocolate.
Bucky nods slowly, eyes never leaving yours.
You should pass it to him. Should get off his lap and go to your room.
Instead, you slowly inch your hand closer to his mouth, watching as his lips wrap around it, taking a bite and closing his eyes.
"Good?"
"Mhm." Bucky can't think. Your face is so close to his. You're so warm and soft and trusting. And you're sitting on his lap.
Your thumb comes to the corner of his mouth, wiping off a bit of chocolate that had escaped. You bring your thumb to your mouth — slow, sinful.
Bucky's hands tighten on your waist. He unknowingly pushes you down onto his lap harder. You gasp as pleasure rushes through you.
"What was that?" Bucky's eyes are dark, pupils dilated as he watches you intently, hands dropping to your hips without realizing.
You can't help it now, can't hold back, pushing your hips down onto his lap to chase friction.
"Bucky I— I need you, please. Everything's too much. I need— "
Your words are cut off by a loud moan when Bucky pushes his thigh up between your legs, guiding your hips down onto him.
"Fuck doll, you have no idea what you do to me." He kisses you then, hard and hot — all tongue and teeth and pure desperation.
He moves you so you're straddling his thigh, pulling your sweater off to find you bare underneath.
"You walking around naked under my sweater, all wet and needy for me?" His fingers come to play with your nipples as you grind yourself against his thigh.
You're gasping already — pleasure rolling through you as you grind down harder.
"Need you Bucky— can't— can't stop." Your hips roll over him again and again and again.
"Fuck baby, don't need to stop, just use me, use me, ride my thigh all pretty. That's it. Good girl."
Bucky's never been this hard — hand coming to palm at himself as the metal one grips your hip, pushing you down onto him.
Bucky shifts his weight and his thigh flexes in the process. It hits you right where you need it, your head falling forward onto his shoulder.
"Fuck Buckyy, mmph-"
"You like that baby?"
You nod against his shoulder, moaning uncontrollably at the feel of your clit rubbing against his leg. You're soaked, dripping through your shorts until you're sure he can feel it too.
He does it again and again and again.
Until you're clenching and whining, mouth open against his throat as you soak his thigh.
You pull back to look at him, smiling as you ride out your high.
The way Bucky's looking at you tells you he's not done with you yet.
He's on the floor, kneeling between your legs as you lie back on the couch, completely naked. You writhe against the couch, head moving back and forth until you're moaning stupid into a cushion. Bucky pulls it away from your face, throwing it to the side.
"Mm-mm, need to hear you pretty girl." His mouth is back on you so fast — your body jerking forward as his tongue fucks into you.
The taste of you mixed with the remnants of chocolate has him dizzy. He moans into your pussy like he can't get enough.
If he couldn't get high before, this here — head buried between your thighs, would do it.
God, the taste of you.
Bucky moans into you, pulling you against his mouth harder, hands squeezing your thighs. The smell of you couldn't compare to the best high there is. Bucky feels his head go fuzzy when you pull at his hair, rutting against his face and letting out the most beautiful sound he's heard all night.
Bucky wants to hear that sound again. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks — hard.
It's too much. Too good.
"Oh fuck, Bucky please— I—nghhh—"
Your hips start rolling against his face, chasing the friction, chasing the feeling of Bucky's tongue licking you from the inside. You pull at his hair again, pushing his face impossibly further into your pussy as your other hand reaches for another strawberry, lips wrapping around it, moans muffled as you eat.
Bucky could die right here. He doesn't care that he's being suffocated. He wants you to suffocate him — if it means getting you off, wanting nothing more than to see you coming so pretty against his face.
His nose nudges your clit as his tongue pushes into you and you come.
Hard.
"Bucky! Bucky— oh god yessss— fuck Buckyy," you mewl into his neck as you slowly ride out your orgasm against his hand.
"Fuck, I want to live in your pussy. Better than the chocolate, better than any high."
His hand is palming at your tits, pinching your nipple between his fingers, mouthing at the other between words. You're arching into his touch, legs wrapped around him as you grind yourself against the bulge in his sweatpants.
Bucky glances down at where your bodies meet and lets out a groan at the sight of the wet patch you're leaving on his pants. He grinds into you — once, twice, before dropping back to his knees, lips sucking your clit into his mouth again, this time sliding two fingers deep inside you, looking up at you and—
curls his fingers.
"Bucky— oh god— please, s'too much—"
"You can take it baby. Lemme eat doll, please. Lemme have my dessert."
He's on his knees, looking up at you like you're something holy — begging to taste you, to worship you.
Bucky's fingers are relentless, hitting that soft spot inside you that has your vision going white, babbling nonsense as Bucky's mouth makes out with your pussy.
"Your fingers don't get you there like mine do, do they sweetheart?"
He pulls back for a second, curling his fingers just right and you could come just at the sight of him — mouth wet, chin dripping with your arousal and eyes dazed like you're giving him something.
"Mm-mm." You give an exaggerated shake of your head.
"I know baby I know, needed mine, didn't you?"
You nod your head, eyes looking down at him — teary, worshipful. Your lips open over a soft gasp as he curls his fingers again.
"Fuck Bucky— needed you," you moan his name like it's worship.
"I know, I know pretty girl. I've heard you, moaning my name late at night, using your fingers like they can do the job. Moaning my name like you've already had me."
Your eyes shoot open before quickly falling shut, moaning loud and sinful as his fingers fuck into you — deeper, harder. His palm slaps against your clit each time before replacing it with his tongue, licking into you like he can't get enough.
Your orgasm hits fast and hot and overwhelming — your body convulsing against Bucky's mouth as you moan his name like it's the only word you know.
You're smirking at him, looking up through your lashes like you don't know exactly what that does to him.
"Wanna fuck me in the shower?"
And how can he say no? When you're wet and dripping and beautiful for him; bare chest pressed to his and lips wrapped around another strawberry — feeding him the excess chocolate with your finger in his mouth.
a/n: just quickly wrote this on my phone in between writing the most gut-wrenching devastating angst hahaha and yes i was eating strawberries and chocolate while writing this
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