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YES I’m especially seeing Bucky in that first thirty seconds.
Holding your legs apart and then telling you that if you want him inside you’re gonna have to work for it.
Work for it obviously meaning trying in vain to cant your hips up and push him inside, just for Bucky to use his grip on your knees to keep you from getting close enough. All you can get is a flight tease of tip at your entrance, just enough for cunt to start to clench before it’s pushed out of reach.
This is such a mean Bucky play, sitting proud on his haunches. Thick cock hanging between his thighs all why he gets to enjoy the art of your writhing beneath him. Gets to watch those pretty tits jiggle as you try to get him inside.
He’ll fuck you just enough to coat his cock, cover himself in your slick and then he’ll pull back out. All to slam himself down on your abdomen so you can see how deep he’d reach if he would just fucking fuck you.
the following contains themes of dub-con, breeding, John Price being a cuckhold, bondage and like a deconstructed glory hole? (this one got away from me)
MDNI 18+ only
The cuffs on your wrist feel like an old friend.
Holding you close, keeping you safe, pulling your head down flush onto the mattress.
The cool air teases your cunt, sopping wet and eager your tummy burns with the exposure. The sheer indignity of your position. Ass raised high you’re perfectly positioned for John to take his spot behind you.
You feel his eyes, the weight and certainty of them as he moves around the room. You can’t see, the angle too awkward and the bondage too tight for you to move your head. All you can do is wait.
The door opens, a soft creak that has you startling. You didn’t even hear him move? Are you already that out of it? You didn’t think so but-
Two hands, warm and calloused land on your hips. They smooth over the expanse of skin, drifting over your lower back, the curve of your ass cheeks. Coming together just to pull them apart, making you gasp as he spreads you even wider.
That’s when he starts to press in, no preamble, or teasing. No that’s part of the fun, that delicious stretch as he splits you open.
“Go on.” John says.
Wait why does he sound so far away?
Your answer comes quickly, an unfamiliar cock pushing inside with one quick thrust that knocks any air out of your lungs.
“John-“ You try to protest, ask, anything. Your hands open and pull at the sheets below you, legs trying desperately to pull together and finding no give. “What’s happening, who-“
Another brutal thrust, the cock pulling all the way out, letting you feel each inch. Letting you soak in the fact that whoever this is, isn’t wearing a condom.
“John!”
Finally he acknowledges you, a gentle shush from across the room.
“It’s okay hon.” He says, “I went to that dick doctor you told me about.”
You squeeze your lips together, biting down on them to try and stop a moan from escaping as the body behind you starts to pick up speed.
“Turns out I’m shooting blanks.” John explains, the words rolling off his tongue lazy and casual. “That’s why it hasn’t been taking.”
You finally hear something from the man behind you, a grunt as his hands tighten and his thrusts start to get erratic.
“So I asked the boys if one of them would be up for helping us out.” The man, or Soap, Gaz, Ghost whichever one it is cums with the force of a truck. His hips slamming into you hard enough to bruise as he spills into. “Had to tie ya up because I didn’t have the heart to choose just one.”
He pulls out with no ceremony, letting his cum dribble down your thighs while he gets off the bed.
“More than one?” You ask, voice watery and distant. Deep in the back of your mind you process the door opening again, the sound of hands clasping as two men pass eachother.
“How lucky is our kid huh?” John asks, ignoring you. “Already got such good Uncles.”
Do you know much time it takes to stretch you out for him?
How much whining he has to listen to every time he bullies his cock into you?
The way you squeeze him like a vice, so tight he can barely move, even after he’s fingered you for over an hour.
He can’t even enjoy the tightness, too busy worrying about about soothing you. Whispering sweet nothings and kissing the tears from your cheeks, as he fights the urge to fuck you through the mattress.
Then, after all his care, all his preparation, you still have the nerve to complain?
“Baby can we not tonight? I was too sore to even sit at my desk last time.” You groan, turning your cheek to his kisses.
His patience dies.
The handcuffs are for your own safety, to keep you from hurting yourself as you squirm in his lap.
The dildo is from a special site he found, meant for the meanest size queens. Just right for teaching his brat to be grateful for his size, after all it could be so much worse.
For the first time he ignores your cries, a firm hand on your ass and keeping you spread for him as nearly tears you in half with silicone.
He thinks he’ll keep your hands tied when he finally fucks you later too, enjoy being able to think about himself for once.
Maybe it’s time to order that ball gag he saw on the site too.
You thought it was safe, tucked into the bottom drawer of your dresser, all the way in the back under your ugliest sweatpants.
You should’ve known better.
“Does your toy feel good?” He taunts.
You can feel him looming behind you, his prescence enough to send a chill up your spine. You can’t turn your head, can’t do much in this position. Chest flat to the bed with your arms tied behind your back, the best you do is present your ass and the toy sticking out of it for his viewing pleasure.
“Feel better than me?” He asks.
You shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as another orgasm threatens to build in your stomach.
“Please!” You sob, heaving into the comforter as you try to escape the stimulation. “Please take it out.”
Your hips wiggle in a futile effort. The toy doesn’t even pretend to budge, hardly even escaping half an inch with the way it curves into your cunt.
It’s still a bigger victory than he likes.
His hands are on you, one on your upper back and the other holding the end of the vibrator as he covers your body with his own. “I don’t believe you.” He jeers, and his hand moves, pushing the vibrator all the way back inside, forcing its end to nestle against the curve of your ass. “If you wanna keep it than it’s gonna be the only thing that’s gonna fuck you.”
you’re not sure how long Bucky’s had you like this.
you can hardly breathe with the weight of him on your back, legs spread to make room for him between them. Your hips ache with it, pinned so tightly beneath him moving isn’t even an option.
You’ve cum already, a few times you think. It’s hard to know, your brain so foggy with pleasure and the overwhelming fullness of his cock inside you.
That’s when your legs start to shake.
“Poor baby.” Bucky coos in your ear, “Shaking like a fuckin’ leaf.”
