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A;N : Yes, it’s me again. I know I haven’t posted anything in like 3 months or so. But- I’m on summer break and therefore I’ll be more active. This is a quickish smut that ive had laying around since I watched Tsitp for the first time. This is NOT my best work. There will be more Conrad smuts in the future though. I know I haven’t written any actual intercourse smut. But my next work will most likely be that. I’d appreciate it if you guys gave more ideas and situations. That would be very much appreciated. Anyways, enjoy this because I know y’all have been waiting for it. <3
Summary : Conrad plans more than watching a movie in your bedroom.
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Warnings ; fingering , cussing and maybe more ?
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Your back leaned up against his half covered chest and stomach. His upper arm tightened as your hand squeezed it frantically.
“Conrad-“ you moaned to him with his finger still rubbing against your clit. You wore black panties under the booty shorts you had slid off for him earlier. The sound of his breathing grew heavier into your right ear. He shuddered on and on. Touching you made him feel turned on. He found it so satisfying when you melted under his touch.
Beginning to rub faster against your clit, you let out another moan. And the warmth from his breaths eased closer to your ear.
“Do…” He paused. Attempting to catch his breath.
“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” He whispered shakily.
You gave no response. Nothing to say. Too clouded into your thoughts and pleasure.
First but hesitant at the thought, you suddenly took a slow glance at him. And, there he was. Mouth hanging open, pink lips wetted and strands of hair hanging over his eyes. The messy middle part, he always failed to do. The smell of the salty beach and watermelon radiating off of him. His button up left undone, leaving his warm chest open.
Conrad being the one to pleasure you made you feel hazy. Like your stomach was in a knot and it was impossible to unravel. His eyes gave the impression he was waiting. And he wouldn’t continue til he got some response out of you.
You nodded back at him. Also biting your lower lip, eager for more of him. Although, it wasn’t enough. He just stared back at your mouth. Waiting for some sound to come from it.
“Hmhm.” You mumbled, finally giving him what he wanted.
That’s when his blue eyes flung to yours.
Even tighter your stomach grew.
His eyes always made you feel weak. Tense. Even weaker than you usually felt around him. He knew what it did to you. Eye contact was what he used against you. Every. Time.
It only took a moment for him to slide his fingers inside you. Without giving time for your insides to get used to his large digits. Immediately pumping them at a slow but effective pace. Your head flipped around to where the back of it was against his chest again.
“I- fuck me.” You whimpered from your drooling and hungry mouth. At every pump he made, your back arched more. Your hand flew to his right bicep and your legs closed further together. It felt like ecstasy. Like your blood was buzzing through you.
You shut your eyes due to the pleasure. Skipping breaths every now and then. Whiffing the smell of Conrad every chance you could get to draw you closer to the edge. He’d then move his fingers faster inside you. Making himself cling tight onto your walls and juices. You let out one moan after another one, each getting louder and louder.
Til you felt a grip hold onto your jawline. It surprised you, causing for your eyes to flutter right open. His head tilted to yours and he licked his lips lightly.
“You’re the only girl I’ve touched in the past few weeks. You could at least look at me while I please you.” Conrad said with a slight change of tone in his voice.
“I-“
“You know I deserve it.” He interrupted. “Say I deserve it, y/n.”
There the silence went again. It’s the pressure that you felt. It made you sound more…pathetic.
“you deserve it- you deserve it all Conrad…” You quietly let out.
He looked down at your lips for a second before he slowly leaned in. Meeting your wet mouth with his. He felt hot and safe. He greedily sucked in your bottom lip against his tongue. Your jawline was kept in the grasp of his hand.
Your tongues collided against one another as he picked up his pace inside you. Your thighs became weaker while he pumped more. That watermelon scent went straight to your senses. His strands of hair brushed against your eyelashes.
You could breathe in each other’s air like you two were connected.
Your legs slowly eased down to the mattress. But only making Conrad notice how much you were unraveling from beneath him. He immediately let go of your jaw and set it onto your thigh. And unexpectedly pulled away from your lips.
“lay them down and I won’t make you cum.” He squeezed at the skin. Making you bite back a moan. So you listened. You slowly struggled to pull them apart while his hand still sat on your thigh.
“That’s right. Now buck those hips for me, yeah?” Conrad breathed close to your ear again. You were ready to explode. He had a way with words and it was so easy to fall under them.
You took the little energy you had left and moved your hips back and forth. His fingers would go deeper as you went forward. And at this point, he was making them again. Conrad’s quiet grunts and moans echoed through your ear. He was getting off on it still. He wanted to make you feel good just like this. All day and all night.
And you wouldn’t mind it one bit.
Your hipbones fought with the air as fireworks started up in you. You had then been picking up the pace. Urging to finish. Fighting for it so badly.
“I’m…Conrad- god.” you struggled to form words.
“Are you gonna cum?” Conrad asked, feeling more needy than ever. You took a glance at him again. His lips were a dark deep red as well as his cheeks flushing a brighter red too.
You returned him a small nod. Then leaning up to kiss him again. He suddenly moaned into your mouth, using his fingers at a faster motion again.
fuck.
You bucked your hips forcefully a few more times. Til you felt it come over you. Time slowing yet electricity also pulling you into a wave of pleasure.
You pulled away from the kiss then. All too weakened and sensitive. And As you came, Conrad moaned out loud with you. As if he almost felt the fireworks you were facing.
“Sh- shit.” You choked as you came back to reality. Conrad slowly slipped his fingers from you. Lifting them up in front of him, seeing that they were coated in your juices.
Then putting them right into his mouth. Sucking on them and groaning at the taste of you.
Do you have a “hes 6ft and I’m 5ft” size kink or a “I want them to be able to wrap one hand around my waist, pick me up, and fuck me like a flesh light” size kink
title name, the small girl with a size kink, i'm sorry i'm sure that's a bad title lol steve's just so huge
This one is gonna be more headcanons than anything else.
The Small Girl with a Size Kink
Steve likes you. Like a lot. Your an amazing agent and an amazing friend. Having you around at the compound brightens his day.
Recently however you've been avoiding him and every time you rush out of a room, the other Avengers around just smirk.
"You're gonna give that girl a heart attack one day Capsicle"
"She probably thinks the man is gonna eat her."
"Did oral sex existing in dinosaur times?"
So he maybe he corners you about it. In the worst place possible.
The Gym™
Your all sweaty and your tiny form is doing pull ups. He gets a bit possessive when he see the other agents checking you out as they leave the gym.
Now it's just you and him.
Steve's only just realised your hands don't full wrap around the bar. And that makes him think... A lot. He looks down at his own massive hands, forming them into a fist, before he looks a bit lower and thinks about your tiny hands wrapped around his hard cock.
He steps up behind you and wraps his big hands over your. Your movements stutter, your ass getting caught along Steve's half hard cock.
"You've been avoiding me. Why?"
You're on fire, your brain a puddle of hot goo.
His body heat radiates over you, enveloping your small form in safety and sin.
Steve hears the way your heart rate jumps, see the small fluttering of your eye lashes.
Gotcha
"Oh baby love," he rests his chin on top your head. "Ya got it real bad dontcha?"
Your arms are shaking as you dangle at the machine, feet not even close to the mat below you while Steve is slouching slightly to rest his head on you.
"You been avoiding me cause you can't focus when I'm around huh? What got all this started? Was it that mission a few month back? The one were I jumped on top ya?"
"You already lost for words little love? Does me bein' that much bigger than you really do it for ya? I ain't even done nothing yet."
"You wanna find out just how big I am?"
Sorry if this isn't amazing. I just want big bad daddy Steve to make me dumb.
Are you into cnc at all? It gets me so wet thinking about my little cunt being forcefully stretched over your cock and bred while I pretend that I don't want it. I just need to be filled up with cum.
While you pretend you don’t want it? Exactly. Pretend all you like, but just look at how wet you are for me—fucking soaked, see? Look at how there’s no resistance at all as I push down into you, even as small as you are. How you just draw me right in.
Go ahead and fight back, though, if it’ll make you feel better. Try to hide that shiver when I slap you hard across your pretty face. Pretend you’re not right on the edge as you try not to let me come inside you—as if I can’t feel every muscle in your tight, tight cunt working so hard to pull it out of me. Go ahead. It’s fun when you struggle and squirm, makes it even more satisfying for me when I fuck into that deepest part of you, push against your cervix and let all of my thick cum surge right through; so much that you know it’ll fucking take. Go ahead—try to pretend like your body doesn’t need this, like you don’t need this, but know that I can see right through you.
Steve grins, sweat soaked hairs sticking to his forehead from his place above you. His broad shoulders hidden under the tight work out shirt, looking like the damned thing was painted on. Chest heaving with every pant that left his tired body. He tilts his head, eating up how small you looked under his own 6'8 body.
"Oh baby, I've seen the way you've been staring at me all day....first when I had to grab something for you, and now whilst I'm working out." To taunt you even more, he flexes his biceps. Not that he even needed to when they're bigger than your head normally.
"Can't help it though, can you? That's why you didn't even think about protesting when I told you to lay down on the mat, in the middle of the gym where everybody could come in and watch me wreck you. Stretching you beyond anything you've ever felt. You'd think with how often you take my fat cock, that I'd be able to slip right in your pretty cunt." Steve pulls your legs closer to his waist, letting you hold onto his strong body. Your hands start to make their way up his shirt, pushing it up his torso as you feel his abs and then his chest. Your palm not even covering half of his chest.
He quickly tugs off his shirt the rest of the way, tossing it somewhere across the large room before he lifts up your own shirt and rips your sports bra down the front.
"It was in the way baby, I'll buy you ten more to make up for it." He leans down, having to practically fold himself in half to kiss along your neck. Nipping at the soft skin before skipping down to the valley between your breasts. Peppering the area with kisses before going over to your right nipple, flicking it with his tongue before taking it into his warm mouth and sucking on it as if you were his favorite lollipop.
Your soft moans vibrate through your chest, causing him to grin before he swaps over snd gives the left the same attention.
Steve pulls away, sitting up with your legs still wrapped around him. Lips now glistening with his own spit as he lifts your hips up with one hand, the other quickly tugging down your athletic shorts and panties. Only pushing them down to your mid thigh, before quickly pulling out his cock. The tip an angry red, matching the shade that his ears flush when the team teases him about something.
"Gonna fuckin split you in half baby, and we both know how much you're gonna love it. You love taking me in this pretty cunt, don't you?" He slowly pushes into you, grinning when you frantically agree with his words. Your eyes clenched shut at the oh so familiar stretch that you do indeed love.
"Fuck yes, so good for me. Bet I could feel myself if I just pressed down on your tummy with how big I am and how deep in I go." Steve tosses his head back, loosing himself in the feeling of your fluttering pussy wrapped around him as if it was made for him and him alone.
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Summary: Bucky likes to see you ride his thighs.
Warnings n stuff: 18+, some parts of this were written here and changed a bit, beefy!bucky, thigh riding, dirty talk, daddy kink, mentions of sex, mentions of fingering, mentions of teasing, bucky being a dom, mentions of edging n denying, mentions of spanking, mentions of overstimulation,
Bucky likes to have control. He loves it. He loves teasing you in public and watching you have absolutely no control over when you can cum while he fingers you under the dinner table. He loves to watch you writhe and beg underneath him as he fucks you so slowly that you’re crying from the amount of times he’s nearly brought you to an orgasm. He loves it. He loves having power over you, consensually of course.
He’s the type of man to edge you for near hours, and deny you of orgasms just to make you cum at least six times and watch you become an overstimulated mess. He’s the type of man to fuck you to an orgasm and fuck you through it, only to keep on because he’s “not reached his” yet; but you know it’s just to get you to cum again.
But when you get all needy, and whiny, sitting on top of his thick thigh, practically dry humping him- but you like to refer to it as thigh riding- he loses it. He just sits back and watches you grind on the top of his thigh. He doesn’t have to do anything else. You get so wet, so worked up, so whiny and greedy. You do nearly anything to get off on his thigh. You bounce, you grind, you play with your own nipples. Anything. And he loves it. Bucky absolutely loves it. But sometimes, sometimes he loves it a bit too much.
Like right now…..
You’ve been teasing him all day in that dress of yours. Dinner was a nightmare for the both of you. You whispering “daddy” occasionally in his ear as he finger fucked you under the table. Then once he stopped you ran your hand all over his clothed cock- that was strained against his dark washed jeans. God, you were both teasing each other. Since when had Bucky let you have so much control over him? He loves it nonetheless.
But now, right now is what you were dreading- waiting for. Bucky watches you as you discard all of your clothes, and seeing that you haven’t been wearing any panties the whole night, it makes it even easier to take your clothes off faster. “Come on, sweetheart. Get on your seat.” He lightly pats his thigh and you press yours together. “But my seat is your face, daddy.” You whimper as you saunter over to him. Bucky only smirks, but once you’re in reach, he grabs your wrist and pulls you gently the rest of the way towards him. “Angel, wherever i tell you to sit, is where your seat is. So sit.” His voice is low and deep- a near rumble in his chest as he looks into your eyes and says those words.
You swallow harshly out of anticipation but you nod. You then manage to move and within seconds your legs are on either side of his thigh. He watches you with shiny eyes as you place your hands on his shoulders and lower yourself down- all bare and already wet for him from previous teasing and things. “Good girl, go ahead.” His hands rest beside him on the bed, nearly ripping the fabric of the comforter under his grip from seeing you like this.
When your pussy finally meets his thigh, you whine. Your nails dig into his clothed shoulders as you begin to move. You slowly drag your pussy forward and then backward, the feeling absolutely getting to your head from how good it feels. “Daddy…” you moan, and you speed up your movements. Bucky smirks, he loves seeing you like this. He’s got a hard on straining in his pants and he so badly wants to fuck you. He does, and he will, but he wants to see this first. This is such a beautiful sight and he will not let it go to waste.
“There ya go, baby. Hold on a second for me.” He coos as he gently caresses your cheek, then his hands go to your hips. He easily lifts you up while he moves to the headboard, getting you both a bit more comfortable. “There baby, go ahead. Keep going, make yourself feel good on my thigh.” Bucky always manages to get so carried away. He wants you to use him, he wants to make you get off like this until the end of time, he wants you to use him until you’re a shaking mess on the top of his thigh and crying out his name- crying out “daddy”.
“Daddy, feels so good.” You whimper and he lets go of your hips, placing his hands behind his head as he leans back to watch you. He’s so cocky about how fast you’re working yourself against his thigh. Your pretty pussy rubbing over that slightly damp fabric now as he ever so subtly flexes his thigh under his pants. “That-a-girl….makin’ such a mess aren’t ya, baby? Feel good doesn’t it?” He’s looking at you with such greedy eyes, taking in the sight of your every fucking movement because he can’t believe- and it’s been months that he’s known it- that you can get off only by his thick thigh against your pussy- clothed or bare. He’d much rather you be entirely bare though, so he can just watch how easily your pussy rubs over his thigh like this.
You whimper and ask him “please flex your thigh again, daddy…please.” Bucky holds back a moan at your words, but he can’t say no to you- he does as you ask. Plus you ask him so sweetly, he just cannot deny you the extra pleasure, it’s the least he can do.
“Good girl, you’re doing so good ridin’ my thigh like you’re meant to….you look so good, sweetheart- gettin’ yourself off like this.” Bucky coos- his arms still remaining behind his head as he watches you in all your filthy glory. You can feel the wet patch on his jeans getting even bigger, but it just eggs you on even more. God, he loves getting you so wet and worked up, it brings him so much fucking pleasure to see you like this. “That’s it baby, mhm….use me.” He grunts out and you absolutely lose it, because you know that the hunk of man that’s letting you completely get yourself off on his thigh with no help, will easily bend you over his knee and spank your ass until it’s sore in about thirty minutes, but here he is telling you to use him? It makes you dizzy as you cum- your legs shake, your moans are broken as you squeeze and dig your nails into his shoulders harder. Bucky can’t get enough of the way you cum, how pretty you look, and the small sounds you make as you drag your pretty pussy over his soaked denim once more before you give out- collapsing onto his chest. He chuckles a bit, “You look so pretty like that, sweetheart. Do it again,” he pats his other thick, jean cladded thigh, and you whimper. But his next words pull you from your hazy state pretty fast, “on this one this time. Wanna feel you soak me, maybe daddy’ll help you this time. Gonna make you squirt tonight too, so you gotta get up for me and be my very best girl.”
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Summary: When Bucky is in between your thighs, it causes problems.
Warnings n stuff: 18+, requested!!!, dom!beefy!bucky, smut, unprotected sex, oral(f rec), fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, praising, size kink(?), biting/leaving marks, belly bulge kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink(?), some overstimulation, bucky holds down the reader(consensual), use of the pet name bunny, daddy kink, bucky being a tease & him being a mean dom a couple of times, he smacks reader once on thigh, uhhhh i think that’s it?
i’m trying to get better at warnings
It’s just an average Friday night. You and Bucky always have movies nights on Fridays. It’s a ritual by now. Somehow, neither of you manage to schedule missions or other plans on Friday’s, and it’s a miracle. Neither of you have missed a Friday night yet.
Currently, he’s laying in between your thighs. His long hair is splayed out on the skin of your thighs where your shorts don’t reach, and he keeps shifting ever-so often to get comfortable. He can’t decide if he wants to lay on your right thigh or your left, or opt to use them as ear muffs and lay his head…..else where. By this point, from all of his damn shuffling, Bucky has caused an ache in you to form down south. It also doesn’t help that your period is upcoming, so your hormones are starting to get a bit out of balance, but Bucky always causes problems when he’s in between your fucking legs.
Your hands finally manage to rest in his hair once he stops moving, but soon enough when the person on tv is getting on their motorcycle and driving away from the cops, Bucky shifts again….and again….and again. It’s like he’s doing it all on purpose. His hands are lightly rubbing your calf’s and his hair is still splayed out a little on your thighs. His head keeps rubbing against you and you know he’s doing it on purpose. He has to be, right?
This time, when he finally gets settled down, his head is turned away from the tv. His right cheek is pressed against your clothed pussy, and you can feel his breath on your right thigh as he breathes out through his nose. Your hands still manage to run through his silky hair- that smells like fresh coconut by the way-, but the ache and the throbbing is only getting worse. Curse James Buchanan Barnes for being such a God.
He then snuggles further into you and you shift a bit. You clearly don’t notice, but Bucky is smirking now. He wasn’t sure before if you were having some difficulties, but now he’s positive that all of his shifting and comfort problems have caused you to become a horny mess. He can feel you throbbing and the heat radiating from your clothed pussy and it makes him hard in his pants.
He knows you’re trying to focus on the movie the best you can, but he also knows that you’re having a difficult time. But all he can think about is eating you out until you’re a whimpering, whining mess. Your thighs clenching around his head, until you’re soaking the sheets and his face with your orgasm. He wants to feel you come undone, he wants to taste you, he wants to stay buried in between your thighs with no clothing blocking his god damn access- making you cum until you physically can’t anymore. He knows that you want to cum too, he can feel it, he can fucking smell it.
Bucky places a kiss to the inside of your right thigh and you hum. Oh, he’s got you right where he wants you and he’s barely done a single thing. His hands then help him flip over so he’s on his stomach and so that he’s looking up at you. His blue eyes peer up into yours and they have a gleam to them. It’s almost as if he’s begging you to let him rip your shorts and panties off and dive right in.
“What’s up, Buck?” You ask nonchalantly, hoping to avoid the huge elephant in the room, but your wording fails epically. “You know what’s up, bunny….and it’s all because of you.” He huskily replies before placing another few kisses that are sloppy now, to your thighs. You hold back a moan at his words and actions, your hands are still tangled in his hair so you give it a light pull. “Bunny, are you wet right now? Did i get you all needy and all wet?” He asks before his teeth nip at the inside of your left thigh. You whine and then trail your fingers down to his neck, giving him a little push to try and push his face closer to your clothed heat; but he doesn’t budge. “Hmm? Answer me, bunny.” He’s teasing.
“Your shuffling and moving. It’s not my fau-.” “Oh, but it is your fault, bunny. You get so wet and needy over the slightest little things- over the slightest movements on your pussy, between your pretty thighs.” He nips at your right thigh after speaking this time, and you whine again, thigh tensing up. Bucky’s hands move to your outer thighs, then up to your hips. His face then slowly moves to make contact with the outside of your shorts, and once he does, he inhales- not breaking a moment of eye contact with you. “Fuck, bunny. Always smell so good….so wet, aren’t you? My cute little bunny all ready for her daddy?” You nod, “yes daddy, please…?!” “Don’t think that’s enough, bunny. Need to hear you beg for daddy to please you.”
Bucky then pulls your shorts and panties down, and you help him by moving your hands from his hair and lifting your legs so he can get them off better. He discards them to the floor and then he grabs the outsides of your thighs. He massages the skin in his hands and you keen from delight. “Please daddy-.”“Look at that, you’re soaked, sweetie. So wet that i could slip my cock in your tight pussy right now.” Bucky grunts as he interrupts your pathetic begging. You go to move your hands to his head again, but he gives you a stern look this time. “You know better, bunny. Put those hands up or by your side. I was being nice before…” His tone makes you obey his order, so your arms immediately rest by your side.
His pretty blues then focus back onto your wet pussy, taking in everything. Bucky wants to dive right in, but he knows he can get you even wetter. “What do you want, bunny?” Bucky licks his lips as he continues to stare at your pussy- almost like he’s hypnotized by your glistening sex. Your breathing is rather heavy, so your chest rises and falls with ease. “Your cock, daddy. Need your cock.” Bucky laughs deeply, and the sudden burst of air on your cunt has you bucking your hips up and whimpering in need and want.
“You don’t need anything. I asked you what you wanted. Daddy wants to eat this pretty little pussy raw, eat this pussy until you soak the fucking sheets. And you know it’s either daddy’s way or no way, bunny.” His words have you gushing. You know Bucky always wants to have you cumming against his lips or on his fingers so he has easier access to taste you, you never get his cock first unless it’s a quickie, you’re not even sure why you tried that tonight. “S-sorry, daddy. I want you to eat me out, please?” You ask politely, knowing that’s just how he likes it.
That earns you a soft smile from the man who’s head is in between your legs currently, doing filthy things to you- about to do even filthier things. “Good girl, see you still have manners. Daddy’s gonna start now, okay? That okay with you, bunny?” You happily nod as his blue eyes look your face over for any form of discomfort, then you speak, “please daddy. Wanna cum for you.” Bucky chuckles and the air that comes from his mouth yet again has you squirming, “such a good girl for daddy. Love my little bunny.” He presses a sweet kiss to the inside of your right thigh before he licks a stripe up through your wet pussy- from your entrance to your swollen clit.
You whine as you watch his blue eyes peer up at you through his lashes. He repeats the same motion, but this time even slower- savoring the way your pussy tastes. He groans at the taste of you, he can’t seem to ever get enough. “Fucking hell, bunny. You always taste so good.” He mumbles into your folds before he sucks on your swollen clit. Your hands fist a bit at the sheets and then he sucks even harder. That earns a gasp from you and you sink further into the bed. His hands grip onto the flesh of your thighs and he barely grazes his teeth over your small bud, enough to where it causes you to squeak out in pleasure. His blunt nails on his right hand dig into your skin, and your fists bunch the sheets up even more.
“Daddy, please use your fingers.” You whine when he focuses on your clit with his tongue, slowly flicking over the nerves then swirling over it with the thick muscle- only to do it over and over again. He obeys, only wanting to make his bunny feel good, then quickly sucks two fingers before gently slipping them inside of you. A moan passes your lips at the stretch, and Bucky can’t help but to watch your facial features contort into pleasure- the pleasure he’s providing you, only he can provide you.
“Feel good, bunny?” He questions before giving your clit a kitten lick, and then another, only for you to whine a “yes” in reply. He then starts to curl his fingers up, and within no time, he’s found your pleasure spot- from knowing your body like the back of his own hand. Your hips buck up and your thighs quiver as his tongue rolls over your clit repeatedly. His mouth then sucks on the nerve, knowing you like that best, and he doesn’t stop. His fingers curl at a nice speed, one that has you keening in pure delight and pleasure and ecstasy. Your back is beginning to arch off of the bed and your knuckles are getting stiff from how tight you’re holding onto the covers.
“Daddy, feels so good. Another finger, please?” You ask him, your voice nearly goes into a moan when he sucks exceptionally hard on your clit taking you by surprise. He chuckles, sending vibrations through you, then he adds another thick finger. “My good bunny, takin’ daddy’s fingers so well. Think you can take daddy’s cock just as good?” You give him a head nod, but that’s not enough. His hand smacks your thigh and you moan before replying, “yes daddy, always can take your cock.” “There’s my girl, my very good girl.” He presses a quick kiss to your thigh before he’s back to kitten licking your clit, then sucking. His three fingers work on your g-spot to push your further to your orgasm.
He can tell you’re close because of how tightly your pussy is squeezing him, the way your eyes flutter, the way your tummy spasms and tenses. He knows you’re about to cum. “Can you cum for me, bunny? Wanna see how many this sweet pussy of yours can give me tonight.” He growls before he presses a suckling kiss to your swollen bud. You moan, his fingers making a squelching noise as they curl into you so well, and you’re so wet. The obscene noises of Bucky suckling on your clit and your wetness have you repeating his name in a whine “daddy, daddy, daddy….” Bucky’s cock gets even harder- it’s straining against his sweats even worse now, and the face you’re making that he knows all too well, signals that you’re cumming- and you’re cumming hard.
With your toes curled, your eyes shut, your mouth opened in a near scream of “fuck daddy”, your juices are squirting all over the bed sheets and Bucky. His chest, chin, mouth, and bearded cheeks are covered in a shine from your orgasm, but Bucky’s fingers keep on moving inside of you. “Give me another, bunny.” He grunts out as his eyes are transfixed on your sopping, wet cunt. You gasp at the feeling of another orgasm building up so quickly- the overstimulation helping with that- and your hands reach for his head, fingers tangling in his hair as you cum again on his fingers. It’s not as hard as the first one, but you’re still out of breath by the end of it.
You keep your hands in Bucky’s hair as you come down from your high. He slowly pulls his fingers out of your cunt and then he sucks them off, savoring your taste like he won’t ever get another. He then closes his eyes as he rests his cheek against your right thigh. “Sorry about the no hands thing.” You mumble to him, realizing that you broke a rule during any form of sexual activities- it’s not the first time though. “‘S okay, bunny. Know you get carried away because of how good i make you feel.” That’s Bucky’s reply, and you gasp a bit shocked. “Is it not true?” “You’re very cocky, Mr. Barnes.” You reply sarcastically and his eyes snap open. “I’m cocky because it’s true. Does someone need a reminder of how good my cock makes them feel?”
You sheepishly close your mouth from the beginning of your snarky remark, and your hands remove themselves from Bucky’s hair. “Ithinkiforgot.” You manage to reply anyways, quickly but lowly. Bucky tugs down his sweats in an instant and is immediately hovering over you. “Bunny, you’re in for it.” You smirk up at him, but his hand lines his leaking and angry cock up with your pussy. “Want me to remind you?” “Yes, daddy.” He then pushes into your entrance and his hands pin both of your wrists down beside your head. His face comes to only inches away from yours and you moan at the stretch as he pushes further into you.
“Be a good bunny, make all the noise you want for daddy.” You can’t find the words when he fully bottoms out and his tip is nearly kissing your cervix. All you can do is whimper as Bucky slips his tongue into your mouth. His hips pull back and his tip is only left inside of you. You’re intoxicated off of his scent, his taste, the feeling of him. You definitely didn’t need reminding, how can you ever forget such a euphoric feeling? But you most certainly can’t ever get enough of the way his cock feels- the way he feels above you.
His lips then move from yours to your neck and he slams his hips back into yours. You moan, your back arching slightly as his teeth leave marks onto your skin near your collarbone and on your pulse point. His hips keep a steady pace and rhythm as he fucks into you- his cock filling you up so full that you remember the very first time you had sex you didn’t think that he was going to completely fit. He showed you that he’d fit, that your pussy would take every inch of his length and all of his girth.
You can feel nearly every vein in his cock and he slides in and out of you. The drag of his heavy length has you in a near blubbering mess, even a couple of tears are rolling down your cheeks as to how good it feels. “Remember this, bunny?” You nod at his question, knowing it was probably rhetorical. “Love this pussy, love these thighs, love you. Love every bit of you, can’t get enough of you. God….your pussy would be my last meal if i was on death row.” Your eyes snap open and you look at Bucky. “Really?” You giggle and Bucky stops snapping his hips into yours.
“What do you mean? Your pussy’s that good.” He mumbles before he presses his lips to yours. His hands then slide both of yours up above your head and he pins them down with his vibranium one. His right hand slips underneath your shirt and quickly finds your hardened nipples. He teases and plays with one, giving it a few pinches, then he does the same to the other. Your mind has quickly left the previous slightly funny statement that Bucky made, and is already back to focusing on how well his hips are bruising yours.
Your hands push against his to try and loosen his hold, but it doesn’t work. “Daddy….harder, and please i wanna feel you.” Even though you beg, you know he won’t let your hands come loose.
Bucky’s pace speeds up and his thrusts also become harder. Your legs wrap around his waist, but his right hand is quick to place your left leg onto his shoulder, giving him a new and better angle to work at. “You feel so good, bunny. Love it when you squeeze daddy like that.” He grunts when your walls clench around him, the new angle that’s causing him to go deeper has you nearly seeing stars. “Little more, daddy. Nearly there.” You moan.
His hand comes down and his thumb begins to rub your clit. His face is a few inches from yours but his eyes are locked onto the slight bulge that keeps forming in your tummy when he thrusts into you and then his eyes flicker to your swollen clit he’s rubbing. “God, bunny. You have such a pretty pussy.” He mumbles more to himself than to you, but you still hear it. This whole view has you keening, whining, and squirming under him. He’s got you so close to another orgasm, and you know he’s going to pull it out of you. You’re going to be gushing again.
“Daddy, i’m right there.” You warn Bucky- as if he didn’t already know. “I know, bunny. Cum for daddy and daddy’ll give ya his load. You want daddy’s load?” His eyes flicker up to yours just for a moment before they’re back onto your pussy and lower tummy. “Y-yes daddy. Want you to cum in me, please!” You squeal when he applies a bit more pressure on your clit. “I know, bunny, i know. You want daddy’s load so deep in you that you’ll feel it for days. You wanna carry daddy’s baby, don’t you pretty girl?” You nod your head as you feel your high about to wash over you. “I’d love that too. Daddy’ll give ya what ya need, bunny. You’re just milkin’ my cock so good….fuck…..daddy will make sure you get it all in that pussy of yours.” Your orgasm washes over you at his filthy words, the low tone and near growl he lets out afterwards has you spiraling.
You feel his cum spurt into your pussy, rope after rope filling you up so much that you don’t think you can hold anymore while he’s still cumming. “Daddy…oh fuck….that’s so much.” You moan at the feeling while you’re coming down from your high. A few seconds later and Bucky is releasing your hands from his grip and flipping the two of you over so that his cock is still inside of you and you’re on top of him. His arms wrap around your waist as your legs go on the outside of his body, and your head rests on his chest. “Love you, you’re so good to me, baby.” He mumbles before he presses a lingering kiss to the side of your head. You smile, “love you too, Bucky. I think you’re the one who’s even better.” Bucky chuckles at your words before squeezing you tightly. “Yeah yeah….you’re the one who’d carry the baby in the relationship, and that to me means you’re the best.”
Bucky’s hands firmly grip onto you and sit you both up. You look at each other’s fucked out expressions and hair. “Yeah, guess you’re kind of right.” Bucky presses a kiss to your forehead after you reply, “see….i always win at these games, bunny.” “But i’m also the one on top right now.” You remark back and Bucky lightly pushes you away from his chest so he can see you properly again. “Oh really? Want to rethink that?” He quirks an eyebrow at you and you just shrug, “you did promise me about a week and a half ago that i could be on top again.” You look up at him with puppy eyes and he sighs, “you’re right, and i’m always a man of my words.” Bucky says as he lays down, his head against one of the many pillows on your bed with his arms behind his head. “Go ahead, bunny. Show me how well you can bounce.”
a/n-Please like, comment, and reblog!! It means a lot to me that i know anyone who reads my stuff, likes my work! Don’t be afraid to send me asks as well. I’m not currently taking requests(i’ll occasionally ask for ideas though!), but i’m always open to talk to new ppl:)
Summary: Bucky’s praise gets to your head and he’s quick to figure it out.
Warnings n stuff: 18+, requested!!!, bucky has feeling in his vibranium fingers(just go with it), flirting, smut, unprotected sex, bucky cums inside(as almost always), lots of praise/encouragement, oral(fem receiving), some over stim, fingering, biting/marking/scratching, spanking, dirty talk, daddy kink, a SMIDGE of innocence kink, bucky is a really sweet pleasure dom, some degrading but it’s very sweet(?), multiple orgasms(for reader), squirting, some begging, alludes to even more sex in future, this is really sweet towards the end, if i missed anything let me know!
i’m sorry it took me so long to write this! i hope i executed the idea well:)
It’s not really unusual that Bucky likes to stick with you on missions. He says it’s because you’re younger than both him and Sam, and he “feels the need to watch over you”, but of course he knows that you can hold your own- he’s seen it before. It just makes him feel better if he can see or hear you, and that way he knows that he can get to you in less than a short sprint while in the field if something bad happens. You don’t mind it. Bucky is always good company and isn’t that grouchy towards you. You and him actually have a good relationship, and you’d consider him a pretty close friend of yours.
With that being said, you and him currently have to stay at a hotel for the night. Sam already made it back home, but luckily for the two of you, plans didn’t go….well, as planned and shit hit the fan. So now you’re on your way to the nearest hotel. You’ve never shared a room with Bucky outside of a mission before, so this will be interesting.
“Oh, good job on the mission, sweetheart. Can’t remember if i told you that or not, really good aim. It’s gotten even better.” He gives you a slight pat on your knee and you smile, your heart beat quickens too. “Thanks, Buck.” Bucky notices how tense you become under his touch, almost as if you want to close your legs together, and after he removes his hand, you do close your thighs. You rub them together a bit and then continue looking out of the window of the car you’re both in. It’s even worse that Bucky doesn’t miss the way your heart thuds loudly in your chest at his praising words.
When you two finally arrive at the hotel, it’s around nine o’clock. Bucky checks you two in while you wait in the car. When he comes back out, he moves the car and parks it. You both get out and wander up to your room for the night. “Hope you don’t mind sharing a room. Some street event going on in town this week ‘n rooms are fully booked except ‘a couple. They made a limit on renting rooms.” Bucky mumbles as he’s inserting the key. “No, i don’t mind. How many times have we slept in the same room on missions?” You ask nonchalantly and he smiles, “that’s the spirit, sweetheart.” There’s that fucking praise again….the encouragement, the fucking balls this man has on him.
You swallow thickly and Bucky looks at you, “you gonna go in?” He motions to the open door, and you nod. You hurriedly sling your bag over your shoulder and walk in a bit faster than you’d like, and Bucky laughs to himself- which you don’t hear of course. You then flicker on the lights and there are two full size beds. “At least we’re not sharing a bed.” You say a bit optimistic, because surely Bucky doesn’t want to willingly share a bed with you. Or with anyone for that matter.
“You seem a bit happy about that. Scared i’ll crush you?” You hear his smile through his tone- not even needing to turn to look at him- and you shake your head, “nah….just scared you’ll end up dumping me onto the floor to take all of the covers.” Bucky chuckles as he places his bag down. You place yours down and start to get the spare set of clothes you brought, so you can go and shower. “You go ahead, i’m gonna text Sam. Tell him we got here okay ‘n all.” Bucky says to you, and all you do is nod as you head into the bathroom.
Thankfully, as every hotel should, the bathroom provides you with some soap and shampoo. It doesn’t take you long to wash, seeing as you just want to get into bed already, so you’re out within about fifteen minutes. You struggled with the water at first, getting the knobs turnt the right way and you couldn’t get it to fall from the shower head, so when you come out and see Bucky smirking, you know he had to have heard your struggling.
“Did ya get it figured out, sweetheart?” He types away at his phone while you walk over to your bag. You toss your dirty clothes into it and then plop down onto your neatly made bed. “Yes, thank you for asking.” You reply to him in kind of a sarcastic manner, but Bucky hears how low your tone is. “Good girl.” He replies before looking at you, then he tosses his phone onto his bed. “Gonna shower, don’t leave.” “Why would i leave?” You nervously chuckle, your face still hot from the praise you received only moments ago. “Don’t know, never know with you, angel.” He mindlessly shrugs as he picks up his spare change of clothes and then dips into the bathroom.
The way this man has you HORNY is fucking insane. Does he know he’s doing this? Is he literally just doing it on purpose???
About ten minutes later, Bucky pops out shirtless with sweats on. Yeah, of course there’s been many times where you’ve shared a room, but you’ve never once seen him wander around the room shirtless after a shower. You’ve seen him shirtless when he’s hurt but you’ve never had time to ogle at his muscles or the scars he adorns on his body. You gulp when you finally turn your head away from him. You don’t catch it, but Bucky smirks at you. “You good?” You feel your cheeks heat up again for the millionth time and you feel as if your panties are going to be flooded from all the thoughts your mind is traveling to. “Yeah, just hot.” You reply as you mindlessly stare down at your phone.
Bucky lightly shakes his head, “you’re very hot indeed, sweetheart.” Is this man playing with you? What’s with the flirting and the praise? He’s never been like this….is he just horny?
“Bucky-.” “If it’s making you uncomfortable i’ll stop. Might’ve read it wrong.” You look over at him and see that he’s looking down at his shirt in his hands- debating if he should just go ahead and slip it on over his head and say goodnight. “W-what do you mean ‘read it wrong’? Read what wrong??” He finally looks back up at you and he softly smiles, “your thighs. Whenever i praise you your thighs close tightly, and your heartbeat accelerates. Not to mention how tense you seem to get.” Oh fuck, he caught that.
“N-no…..you most certainly read it right.” You nervously reply. You then look back down at your phone in your hands and check the time, hoping that Bucky will not make fun of you for it. “So you like being a good girl? Anybody ever reward you for it?” His voice has dropped an octave and your pussy throbs at his words. You manage to look back at him to find his shirt tossed onto his bag he brought in, and he’s now propped up against the wall with his arms crossed. The position flexes his muscles and you feel your tummy filling with butterflies in a way that you haven’t felt in a while.
“No….not in a while at least. And that wasn’t even as rewarding as it should’ve been.” You nervously chuckle then Bucky pries himself from the wall. “Want me to reward you, sweetheart? Wanna be my good girl?” Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes become like a doe’s as you look up at him- seeing as he’s now standing right in front of you at the edge of your bed.
“Yes, Bucky. I wanna be your good girl.” Bucky’s never seen you so obeying, so innocent looking, but he’s fucking loving it. “Take your shirt off for me, sweetheart. And those shorts too. Hell, take all of it off for me.” Bucky says as he watches you begin to strip before he even finishes his words. You toss your clothes onto his bed and he chuckles with amusement. “What? I’m not putting my clean clothes on the nasty hotel floor.” You tell him before you turn around on the bed. “Hands and knees?” You ask as you get in that position. “Perfect, angel. Just perfect.” He hums before he places his hands on your ass cheeks.
He then rubs over the flesh, his hands spreading your cheeks a bit so he can see all of you. You hear Bucky groan, then a smack is laid to your right cheek. You whimper at the pain that soon turns into pleasure- the type of pain you love. “Let’s see how wet you are from our conversation.” Bucky mumbles as his vibranium index finger traces down your ass cheek, then your thigh- teasing you- before he traces over to your slit. He then brings both his middle and index fingers through your slit slowly, and up to your clit. You whimper as he brushes past the nub and he hums when he pulls his fingers away.
Bucky admires the slick that coats his vibranium fingers before speaking, “sweetheart, your pussy is just….she’s so wet.” He then places his two fingers onto his tongue and licks some of your arousal off of them. You so wish you could see more of him from a little more than the corner of your eye, but once his two fingers go back to your pussy and slip into your hole, your head turns forward and your mouth drops open. “So, so wet. You are a good girl, aren’t ya? Getting all wet, don’t even think i’ll need to get you warmed up….but i will. Because that’s what an obedient and sweet little girl like you deserves. Isn’t it, angel?” His fingers curl into your cunt slowly, and you moan a “yes, sir….oh god!” and Bucky curls his fingers at a faster pace.
“It’s daddy, sweetheart. Be the good girl i know you can be.” He replies huskily, correcting you and you nod, “yes daddy.” His fingers abuse your cunt, while his flesh hand comes around your body and he places two fingers on your clit. You squeal at the position and the feeling of immense pleasure flowing through your body. Your toes begin to curl and your moans get high pitched, Bucky can feel you squeezing his fucking fingers when he begins to rub on your nub in quick pressurized circles. “Come on, sweetheart. Be a good girl….cum for me. Cum on my fingers then you can cum on my face, and my cock, might even experiment with my favorite girl and let her ride my abs. Wouldn’t you love that? To cum undone on my abs, what ‘bout my thighs? Both of them.” You gasp out at his words and your eyes roll back.
“D-daddy!” You moan, trying to contain your loud tone so you don’t disturb other guests within the hotel. “That-a-girl….cum for me, angel. That’s it.” Your thighs quiver and you collapse onto the bed. Your face plants into the soft sheets beneath you as you cum. It helps you in maintaining your squeals and moans of pleasure from other guests within the hotel, and Bucky is loving what a mess you are for him. Just from his fucking fingers. God, he can’t wait to see how you get when you’re filled with his cock.
“Good girl….my good girl.” He soothes as he brings his flesh hand up to rub over your back. You turn your head and lay on your cheek. You’re panting for breath and your eyes are partially closed from the euphoric high you just came down from. Bucky can’t help but smile at you, his pretty girl. “Did so good for me, angel. Flip over for me.” His tone is sweet, not a single bit rough or harshness to it. You’ve always known Bucky had some secret soft side for you, but you never knew it was like this.
You do as he says and flip onto your back. Bucky delicately, but quickly, spreads your legs by grabbing your knees. His eyes trail down your body and you shiver under his piercing gaze. “So beautiful, baby. You know that? My girl better know that she’s the most beautiful.” His eyes trail back up to yours and you gently grab his hands, “Daddy….please?” Bucky’s lips form a smirk, “please what, baby?” “Eat me out, please?”
Bucky’s hands slowly leave yours and he trails them down your naked body. His eyes never leave your face as he sucks and nips at your boobs. Small moans leave your lips and your head gets tossed back onto the bed from bliss. He leaves love-bites and kisses all along your boobs, your neck, your collarbone, and then a few nibbles on your tummy before he gets to your mound. It seems like it’s taken him a million minutes to get to your pussy, but it’s only been a few. “God baby….” Bucky’s voice trails off as he parts your folds. You jerk at the action, not expecting the sudden touch. “….such a pretty pussy.” He then places a kiss to your swollen clit and you squirm. “Be good for me baby, and let daddy take care of you.”
Bucky’s eyes lock with yours, and he watches you nod. Your fists grab onto the sheets, bracing for the extreme pleasure that’s about to ensue. Bucky then licks from your dripping hole to your slightly sensitive clit, before wrapping his lips around the nub. He hums, sort of like a moan as he begins to suck on your clit. His metal fingers then probe your entrance and he enters his middle finger. “So good, honey. Doing so good.” He mumbles when your back arches a bit off of the bed. You keen in pleasure.
“Make daddy happy and cum on his face. Can you do that for me?” You squeal out a ‘mhm’ before Bucky is moving his middle finger a bit faster and curling it just right. Even after only around thirty minutes he seems to know your body extremely well. His lips then release your clit with a suckling *pop* and you moan. His tongue begins to kitten lick it, his flesh hand coming up to pull back the hood for a bit of better access. Your hands grip the sheets tighter as you squirm, not much, but enough to where Bucky’s finger slows down and hits your g-spot just right. Your mouth drops open as he adds another finger unexpectedly. He curls them both into your g-spot, making your back arch even more, sending your naked chest into the air. “That’s it, angel. Cum on my face.” He mumbles before his lips wrap back around your clit a bit harshly. The feeling of him sucking roughly sends you into a whimpering and whining fit.
Your heels dig into his sides at this point and Bucky feels you clench around his fingers again. Your pussy grips them like a vice and he’s moaning around your clit as you cum. He’s quick to pull away from your clit and his flesh thumb resumes work on the swollen nub, his mouth moving down to where his other two fingers are pulling you through your high. He laps up the arousal and cum that spills from you, and he chuckles at the mess you’re making and have made- all because of him.
Your thighs dare to close around his head, but he pries one back open with his elbow on his flesh arm, doing the best he can to overstimulate you. “Daddy!” You cry in pleasure. He only hums at the taste of you even more while his fingers continue to work on you. He can feel your pussy spasming again, and he knows you’re about to give him a third one already. “Go ahead, angel.” He mumbles before his tongue comes back to your clit, his thumb only moving up slightly to continue holding back your hood. “Yes, daddy….please!” You beg, and he smirks into your wet and overstimulated heat.
Your hands then go to his head and grab fistfuls of his hair. Thankfully he’s grown it out a bit more since he cut it the last time. Little do you know it’s because he over heard you talking about “guys with longer hair make it easier to pull when they’re in between your thighs” and he knew right then that he was resorting back to his longer locks. He didn’t care.
His lips wrap around your clit once more, and he hums around it when you yank on his locks. That sends you over for the third time. You’re a shaking and moaning mess for Bucky. He’s so in love with the sight it’s insane. But what does him in and has him falling harder is you squirting all over his face, his hand, and the sheets- even his chest.
When you finally push his head away, there’s a sly smirk on the mans let lips. Your chest is heaving and you’re sweaty. Whereas Bucky hasn’t broken a sweat yet and he’s not breathing nearly as hard as you are. The only liquid that covers his body is your orgasm. “Buck….oh my fucking god.” You pant out in between breaths. “That good, huh?” He asks as he runs his hands up and down your sides, soothing you down from your post-high state. You nod, “gimme a minute.” You chuckle and he leans down. His lips connect with yours and you moan. His hands don’t leave your sides, he’s going to give you just a little time to recover before he fucks you, but now he just wants to kiss you.
His lips slot against yours and his hands hold onto your sides to help keep him up. The kiss is sweet at first- some small pecks, no tongue, not rough. Then it turns needy. Your hand comes up to the back of his neck and you pull him to you harder. His vibranium hand comes down onto the bed to hold him up this time and his flesh hand grips your waist. “So pretty….” he mumbles between needy kisses, “can’t stop, baby….” he mumbles again against your lips when you two pull away for a brief few seconds. “….is this too much?” He asks and you lightly shake your head, “no….you could never be too much.” Your lips are then back on to his again, and he moves so he’s completely over you and in between your legs. Your hands then move down briskly and start to pull his sweats down his hips.
Bucky is quick to help you out, and before you both can even think about counting to three, his sweats are tossed onto his bed with the rest of your clothes. You giggle a bit before his lips are connected to yours once more. You feel his flesh thumb rub over your clit again and you moan- it being muffled due to the kiss you two are sharing. He then collects some of your arousal onto his fingers and Bucky fists his cock into his hand- coating himself in the bit of slick he collected. He then slowly thrusts and his cock slips through your folds, and up against your clit. “Fuck…daddy, please?” You whimper, lips against his kiss swollen ones. His forehead is pressed against yours as he slightly pants.
“You sure?” “Yes, i’m sure.” Bucky then lines his cock up with your entrance and he slowly pushes in. His hands immediately go to your sides and your arms wrap around his neck- hands going down to scratch at his upper back and shoulder blades. “God- oh fuck!” He groans at your warmth- his hard cock finally getting the attention it’s been needing for the near past hour. “Daddy….you’re so big….” you whine in his ear- your breath lightly fanning his neck. “I know baby, but you’re doing so good. You’re gonna take me so well, pretty girl.” He coos and you wrap your arms around him even tighter.
He fully sinks into your pussy and it has you squirming. You can feel him throbbing in between your walls, and when he drags his hips back- his cock nearly pulling all the way out- you can feel nearly every vein of his cock. He then thrusts back into you, hard, and your head tosses back onto the bed. Bucky keeps this pace up while he grunts and groans out praises in between thrusts. He lightly bites on your neck and jaw, his nose nudging your hot skin as he does.
“Daddy….feels s’good.” You moan and Bucky bites down harder onto your sweet spot. “I know sweetheart, and you’re takin’ me so fucking well.” His hips pick up a bit of speed, but he never falters the hardness of his thrusts. Bucky can feel his skin on his back being torn up by your nails, and he knows they’ll be healed by tomorrow- but he doesn’t care. He’s going to let you do whatever it is you want to him, and if he’s causing you this much pleasure- bringing you to yet another orgasm- he’s going to cherish it. He wants to drown in it.
“Daddy….i’m close again.” You mumble, your open lips pressing up against his neck as you find your lungs deprived of oxygen for the tenth time tonight- this time from the delicious drag of his thick cock inside of you. “Come on, angel. Cum for me once more. Know you can.” Bucky mumbles against your skin as he nears his own orgasm. You clench around his cock which sends Bucky groaning curses above you. Your sweaty bodies are pressed against each other and you’re breathing each others air in. It’s a loving moment, really, but you can’t bring your mind to grasp onto it- what you’ve both been wanting for so long- because of the immense amount of pleasure Bucky is giving you. You just can’t grasp onto how loving it all is while his cock is fucking you nearly senseless.
“Daddy….” you whimper over and over again as you get closer to your high. Bucky just chuckles, “cock drunk baby? You’re such a pretty little mess. All cock drunk for me. Love it, sweetheart. Cum for me. Be a good girl for daddy, and cum.” His words do it in for you as you nod. Your breath hitches and you can’t even form anymore words as you cum- squeezing his cock until he’s spilling inside of you. Bucky curses as he releases. God, he’s in heaven. Has he died? Has he finally died and gone to heaven? If this is what it feels like he never wants to fucking leave, that’s for sure. “Fuck, baby. Fuck you feel so good…. love this pussy.” Bucky grunts out huskily and you whimper when he gives you one last thrust, fucking his cum into you just a bit.
He then pulls out of you, but he remains hovered over your body. His now softening cock is coated in both of your cum, and your thighs are becoming a bit sticky with it as well as it begins to seep out of your cunt. “That was so good.” You pant and Bucky can’t help but smile down at you. “Yeah, i’d say that was long over due, huh?” His flesh hand comes into delicate contact with your hot cheek, and his lips meet yours again. This time it’s gentle all the way up until you two pull apart. It’s loving.
“Bucky….i think i love you.” You mumble quietly. So quietly that if you were to have said it in a quiet room- quiet enough to where you could hear a fucking pin drop onto the floor- a normal human wouldn’t have been able to hear it. But Bucky? He does. “I think i love you too, sweetheart.” His nose gently brushes over your other cheek and you smile as you move your hands to his shoulders, your thumbs gently caressing his neck and jaw. “Would you take me up on an offer to catch some dinner when we get home?” You ask, eyes looking into his shining blue ones. “I can’t give you a single reason as to why i’d decline, angel.”
