Y’all… I’ve been on Bucky Barnes Brain Rot for like two months now
I’m writing a fic and while I was listening to this song I had an out-of-pocket delulu moment to include bc Beefy Bucky has me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.
I’m definitely going to have a similar situation written into my longer fic but this daydream was too good to not write up!
Pls enjoy this sinful little blurb
And ty @amathslutsguidetofandom for egging me on 🥰
Atlas [Beefy!Bucky + F!Reader]
Summary: Bucky is showing you exactly how he feels about you. You have the best view in the world thanks to the mirror in front of you.
WC: idk?? I wrote this on my phone.
TW/CW: ORALLLLLL (f receiving), Bucky just living his life between your thighs, mirror kink, brief nipple play, slightly primal/possessive? idk something about the raw power of his back muscles make me wet af…. This is also barely proofread and is 100% self indulgent and was writing on my phone - I just had to get this horny thot out.
Let me know if I missed something!
Implied to take place between The Winter Soldier and Civil War
The debauched cry of his name almost drowned out the wet slurping and licking of Bucky feasting on your cunt.
You didn’t remember exactly how you’d ended up here: a safe house in Romania - a rather decent one - perched on the edge of the bed with perspiration dappling your skin, nullifying your shower from not twenty minutes ago.
Not five minutes ago, you had put on your pajamas, a simple cotton pair of black shorts and cropped tank top, sat on the bed, and finished putting on lotion from the tiny travel bottle when Bucky quietly padded through the room on the way to the bathroom.
He stopped, shirt in hand and standing askew from where you were, observing your reflection. You were tired from being on the run, but you hadn’t lost your beautiful glow and kind eyes - the radiance that was beginning to bring light back in his life. Thanks to the super soldier serum and years as an assassin, Bucky was able to linger unnoticed as your gentle hands smoothed up your thigh, the hem of your shorts catching upwards to reveal more bare skin.
Bucky had to swallow a groan when his cock twitched in his pants. He’d spent so long taking orders from others; now a man of his own re-shaping, it was time to follow his own desires.
You hadn’t even noticed Bucky enter the room until suddenly he was knelt in front of you, large hands gently spreading your legs and hoisting them over his brawny shoulders. He didn’t go further until you’d whispered a breathless yes, all ripping your shorts off.
Now, his arms circled your thighs efficiently holding you in place and ate to his hearts’ content.
You’d lost count of how many times you came and how long it had been. Lust fogged your mind as one hand carded through his chestnut locks, the other behind you to keep you supported upright. The room smelled of something wild, something animalistic… it was as if after all the years of touch deprivation he couldn’t get enough; touching you, pleasing you was his only goal.
One of Bucky’s hands traveled up your thigh, splaying out on your hip and up your torso to your tank top. He palmed your breast possessively, earning a lewd moan and a gentle tug on his hair. He groaned in response, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through your cunt.
“Fuck yes, just like that…” you panted, hips bucking involuntarily when his tongue made a firm point and started circling your clit.
Your eyes were bleary with rapture, but you managed to blink enough wetness away to catch the more glorious sight.
Your legs were spread wide like Bucky’s own personal buffet. The large hand palming at your chest held a firm enough grip you were surprised he hadn’t ripped your tank top. The warm, dull light from the bedside lamp cast a sensual glow around the room. Above all, you were enamored with the reflection peering back at you: within the frame of the mirror, you could see yourself - a debauched, wet mess with your chest heaving - trembling with pleasure as Bucky’s great fist pulled at your top. The line of his arm brought you to your torso, his head blocking any view of your lower half as he maneuvered his head to taste every inch of your cunt. But that wasn’t even the best part.
Your legs were draped over his glorious shoulders, the muscles rippling with definition. The taught cords pulled down his back and connected with his lean torso. He looked like a Greek god knelt before a mortal who’d captured his heart. The raw power rolling off of each flexing muscle caused more slick to leak from your throbbing core. He was Atlas, burdening his whole world on his shoulders.
A sudden prod at your entrance with his tongue brought your attention to where it belonged. You gasped, looking down to make eye contact with his ocean eyes as you swept his hair out of the way. You could tell what he was thinking, as if you had an audible line to his brain.
“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, back arching slightly as his tongue moved back to your clit, “just like that!”
Bucky picked up his ministrations, tongue worshipping your sensitive bud as he finally pulled down your top, breasts spilling out into the cool air of the room. You nipples peaked immediately, the hard points aching for attention Bucky so willingly gave.
As his fingers went to circle then pinch your nipple, he felt your pussy start to flutter - you were getting close. You could feel him grin against your cunt, his facial hair scratching deliciously at your thighs. With his movements growing faster, you started to buck your hips, all but taking his face for a ride.
From his knees, Bucky watched your face contort in pleasure, breasts bouncing with every roll of your hips. Every moan was heaven to his ears; the taste of your juices coated his mouth, chin, and had even started leaking down his neck. If he was Atlas, your arousal was ambrosia and your cunt was a heavenly cornucopia.
The coil in your belly grew dangerously tight, that bright white aura of release beginning to find your eyes. As if he could feel that coil too, Bucky maintained his pace and slightly increased the pressure on your clit, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave red marks in their wake.
“Shitshitshitshit!” you whined, pushing his face as close as you could without any concern for smothering him. “Oh, James!”
You knew he was in no place to speak, but whether you could discern enough of the broken words spoken into your pussy or felt the vibrations just right against your folds, you heard him groan, something to the extent of fucking come for me, baby.
You let out a wail, your entire body tightening as you launched into the most intense orgasm of the night. Nearly ever sensation was overcome with bright white ecstasy, but you were keenly aware of Bucky’s lips working faster against your swollen cunt as he consumed every drop of liquid gold that flowed from your core.
Relentless, Bucky tongue-fucked you as you came down from your high, your heaving breaths signaling your desperate need for oxygen. Deciding to grant you mercy - this time - he slowed the roll of his tongue-tip against your clit until he stopped altogether.
You’d been so caught up in your pleasure that you didn’t notice the firm grasp on your lover’s hair until you elicited a small groan. The sound caused you to look down, past the rough hand now gently splayed over where your heart was. Down, down to the slot between your legs, you watch Bucky slowly withdraw from your dripping pussy; his mouth and jaw shone with your release.
Your heart definitely skipped a beat when you watched him lick his lips clean, wiping his scruffy chin on the inside of your thigh before pressing a gentle kiss to the raw skin. He gazed up at you, beautiful blue pools swimming with adoration. The corner of his lips twitched upward in a small smirk, other hand smoothing over the top of your thigh as you carded your fingers through his hair and tucked some behind his ear.
“What was that for?” you murmured, eyebrows knit at the sudden surge of need for intimacy.
Bucky was quiet for a while, only watching you as if he were regarding an ivory statue of Aphrodite. The two of you could be on the run for a while, but as long as he had you, he knew he’d never be lost again.
“I did it because I’d could.”
