Stockings 🔥 - Bucky Barnes
This is for @rcklessheavn who sent an Ask with the caption "the first time I wore thigh high stockings for him, he kissed his way up my leg slowly and then took each one off with his teeth" ... I'm so sorry I misplaced the actual ask - I managed to delete it while I was editing, and you'd said the sweetest things! 💕
Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
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Warnings: lingerie bringing Bucky to his knees - literally, mentally, emotionally... oral - both receiving, praise and worship, panties in ya mouth, unprotected p-in-v, Bucky takes you from behind... Yeah, it's basically just 2.8k of filth tbh. Dunno what to tell you, I'm ovulating 🤷♀️
Word Count: ~2.8k
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The first time you wore thigh-high stockings for Bucky, he barely let you get them all the way on.
You were halfway through straightening the second one on your leg when he walked in, froze in the doorway, and exhaled something between a groan and a curse.
“Fuck me, sweetheart. You tryin’ to kill me?”
You blinked up at him from the edge of the bed, innocence utterly wasted on the man already unbuckling his belt.
“You don’t like them?” you pouted, just to see the way his jaw clenched and the incredulous arch of his eyebrow.
He dragged his eyes from your legs to your face - reluctantly. “Turn around. Lemme see. Right now.”
You did.
Longline black bra, black lace stockings sitting high on your thighs. The garters had taken you twenty minutes to clip in the mirror and they perfectly framed the matching black silk panties. Every second - and every dollar - had been worth it.
Bucky didn’t say a word. He stepped in close, hands skimming the outer edge of your waist, the press of his body already hot and hard against your back.
“I’ve had this fantasy since the forties,” he muttered into your neck. “And now you’re gonna let me live it.”
His fingers slipped under the garter at the top of one stocking, he snapped the elastic back against your thigh.
The sting made you gasp.
He moved around you without taking his hands off you, and you felt him sink to his knees in front of you.
His big hands framed your thighs like they were something sacred, thumbs brushing just under the band of the stockings, the warmth of his breath chasing the edge of the lace.
You opened your mouth to speak, but his lips were already trailing down your inner thigh - slowly, reverently, like a prayer said through gritted teeth.
He kissed his way down your leg, his warm breath tickling behind your knee, down the taut muscle of your calf to your ankle.
Back at your thigh, he nudged your legs a little further apart, then he bit the band of the stocking and dragged it slowly down your leg with his teeth.
He paused to kiss your thigh as it was revealed, inch by torturous inch.
His breath was hot, his mouth hotter. And when he finally reached your ankle again, he let the stocking drop before hooking your leg over his shoulder.
He looked up at you, wobbling on one leg.
“This is the intermission,” he explained, tracing his tongue up your inner thigh. “Not gonna let you fall, baby.”
He mouthed the silk of your still-covered cunt.
“Think I can get you to come in your panties?” he asked, nose nudging your clit like he already knew the answer.
You whimpered and tried to plant your foot again, but he held you firm, one arm hooked around your thigh, the other gripping your ass to keep you exactly where he wanted you.
“Bucky -”
“You’re dripping through the silk already,” he groaned.
His tongue flattened against the soaked fabric between your thighs.
Hot, wet friction.
He licked long and slow over the material. The tip of his tongue teasing, the pressure unbearable.
“You’re gonna come just like this,” he promised hoarsely. “All dressed up for me and so fuckin’ needy, you can’t even wait for me to get ‘em off.”
He sucked the fabric right against your clit -hard. The noise you made was feral.
Your leg trembled on his shoulder, both arms clinging to the bedpost for balance. He growled, wrapping both arms around your thighs now, burying his face deeper, dragging his tongue up the seam of your cunt again and again until the world blurred at the edges.
“C’mon, baby,” he rasped between filthy, open-mouthed kisses. “Be a good girl - give it to me.”
You shattered.
Shuddered and sobbed through it, trembling in his grip while he kissed you through the aftershocks, licking you gently.
And when you reached for him, breathless and dizzy, he just smirked.
He carefully unhooked your leg, and switched his attention to the other one, stocking still clipped in place.
You flinched as his teeth grazed your thigh, still sensitive and aching for more.
He kissed his way down to your ankle again and then went back to the start and dragged the material down your leg between his teeth, pulling it all the way off.
By the time he stood, you were shaking.
But he wasn’t done.
“Get on the bed,” he rasped, thumb tracing the place on your thigh where the lace had been.
“Bucky -” You whimpered, and his eyes shot up to meet yours.
He kissed you hard enough to steal the breath from your lungs.
“Gonna taste you this time, sweetheart. Gonna drink every drop till you can't take any more.” He promised.
“Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby - let me wreck you properly.”
You sat back on the bed, leaning up on your elbows so you could watch him.
His fingers slid into the waistband of your wrecked panties and slowly pulled them down.
“Open,” he instructed. You frowned slightly, just briefly, but he caught it. “You don't have to -” he said, kissing you softly.
You opened your mouth as requested, and he stuffed the panties in - not all the way, and not to humiliate or shut you up - then he smirked. “Hold on to those for me, honey, I'm gonna want them back.”
Your thighs trembled as he sank to his knees again, his eyes dark and greedy.
Then he dragged his tongue up the inside of your thigh like he was mapping the fastest route to have you screaming his name.
And then - fuck - his mouth met your cunt.
Hot. Wet. Hungry.
He groaned like a man starved, tongue parting you without hesitation, and you gasped, your arms nearly giving out from the sheer force of it. Your breath came heavy through your nose, your mouth clamped down around damp silk. His hands caught your hips, steady and firm.
“Don’t run,” he growled against you. “I’ll chase.”
You whimpered as his tongue flicked over your clit, again, again, slow just to tease - then fast and focused, like he’d read every dirty thought you’d ever had and set out to make them real.
You gave up trying to hold yourself up, and lay back on the bed.
Your fingers knotted in his hair, but he didn’t slow, didn’t stop - just moaned, fucking moaned, like he loved the taste of you. Like he’d never stop unless you begged.
“I can feel you,” he rasped, sucking your clit into his mouth before pulling back just enough to speak, voice ragged. “You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”
You nodded, helpless.
“Use your words, baby.” He reached up your body and dragged the underwear from your gritted teeth, gripping them in his fist.
“Yes - yes, Bucky - please -”
“Good girl.”
He went right back to it, tongue working you in tight, devastating strokes, two fingers sliding inside you so easily it made your head spin. He crooked them just right, that perfect spot that had you gasping and grinding against his face.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice muffled but smug. “You gonna break for me, sweetheart?”
You did.
Your orgasm hit like a freight train, sharp and hot and all-consuming. You cried out, back arched, legs clamping around his shoulders as he held you through it, fingers still moving, tongue lapping every last wave of pleasure from your twitching body like he was savouring it.
Only when you slumped back against the mattress, breathless and boneless, did he finally rise.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and shining. His voice was a low, ruined rasp.
He stood before you at the foot of the bed, eyes dark and greedy, the silk of your panties still clutched in his fist.
Anticipation coiled in your belly at the sound of the low hiss of his zipper.
“Look at you,” he groaned. “You’re perfect. You gonna let me have you now, baby?”
Your nod was instant, needy, as you watched him loosen his jeans and free himself from his boxers.
His hand wrapped around the base of his hard cock, dripping with precum and rock hard.
Your mouth went dry.
He was stroking himself slowly, deliberately, your panties wrapped around his hand, silk over steel. His eyes devoured you.
"Look at you," he rasped. “Legs still shaking. You liked that, didn’t you, baby? Letting me ruin you like that.”
You swallowed hard, nodding, eyes locked on the way his fist moved up and down his thick, heavy length.
“You knew what those stockings were gonna do to me, I should make you wait,” he said through clenched teeth, like he was trying to stay in control. “Should take my time. But I can’t fucking think when you’re like this, so beautiful, all mine.”
Your gaze flicked from his cock to his face - his flushed cheeks, parted lips, the furrow in his brow.
And suddenly, despite the tremble in your thighs and the pulse still thudding between them, you wanted nothing more than to touch him. To taste him. To worship him the way he’d just worshipped you.
You crawled toward the edge of the bed, hands shaky but determined, and his hand stilled.
“Baby -”
“I want to,” you breathed. “Let me.”
He didn’t move. Just watched, wide-eyed and barely breathing, as you knelt at the edge of the mattress, your hands sliding up his thighs.
You wrapped your fingers around him, warm and slick with his own arousal, and Bucky let out a low, strangled groan.
“Jesus Christ.”
You leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the flushed head of his cock, and he shuddered.
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he rasped.
You smiled, licking a slow stripe up the underside, tasting salt and heat and him. “Might try.”
“Sweetheart…” It was a warning and a plea, his voice shaky.
You looked up at him, eyes full of mischief. “You took such good care of me,” you whispered. “Let me take care of you.”
Your mouth closed around him, and you felt him surrender to you.
You wanted to lick him like you meant it, like you were savoring every inch - slow strokes with the flat of your tongue, kisses to the flushed head, soft sighs against the base that made his legs shake.
Taking your time where he’d been unable to with you.
He looked down at your hands curled around his thighs. Your mouth, wrapped around his throbbing cock like you belonged there. You moaned when he twitched against you tongue feeling heat lick down your spine.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips jerking before he caught himself. His hand slipped into your hair, “you’re gonna kill me, baby.”
You hummed, your eyes fluttering closed, and took him deeper.
“Jesus Christ -” His head fell back, his chest heaving. You could feel him getting closer, pulsing against your tongue. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”
You hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue, feeling the head of his cock at your throat, fully intending on finishing what you’d started.
“C’mere,” he rasped, tugging your hand. You released him reluctantly with a wet pop, leaving a final kiss around the head.
He hooked a finger into the garter belt you still wore, it’s straps handing uselessly against your thighs, and pulled you closer.
“I came in here thinkin’ I’d take my time with you,” he rasped, his voice rough with want. “Lick that sweet pussy, make you beg,” he said, more to himself than to you. “Turn around. Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart.” His voice was low and commanding.
Your whole body clenched at the sound of it, the way his tone dropped like that.
You moved as instructed, heat crawling down your spine, your heart hammering with anticipation.
Behind you, he let out a sound that was practically a growl.
“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, his palm dragging over the curve of your ass. “This ass should be illegal.”
You felt the head of his cock notch against your entrance, and then his body leaned over yours, heat and muscle surrounding you. His mouth brushed your ear, your shoulder blades.
“You ready, baby?”
He gripped your hips a little tighter, spreading your thighs and pulling you closer to him, his body molding against yours as he pushed into you.
The depth and stretch had your fingers curling into the bedsheet, your back arching and pushing back against him for more.
His left hand moved under you, across your chest, pulling you upright, so that your back pressed against his chest.
You could feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, the hard planes of his muscles against your soft flesh. Cool vibranium hugged your ribs, holding you up.
Your knees spread wider and you sank further down onto him.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered into your ear.
The unexpected depth, the way he brushed your g-spot with every thrust as he fucked up into you, made you gasp.
“God, Bucky-” your voice broke as you bounced faster, chasing the sensation.
His grip on you tightened, slowing you down so he could move languidly inside you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin, “slow down sweetheart, I’m not rushing.”
Your breath came in snatched gasps as you met his every move, rising and falling on his pulsing cock.
A low moan tore from his throat as you reached behind to run your fingers through his hair, pulling lightly.
His teeth grazed over your shoulder before biting down softly.
Your head fell back against his shoulder, your body melting into his, completely trusting and submissive.
From this angle, he had a perfect view down your body, his breathing became ragged and heavy, the sight of your body against his own almost too much to bear.
You leaned on him, your hands gripping his arm, using his strength to keep yourself upright.
Bucky held you tighter, his arms anchoring you to him.
He moved his hand from your hip and brought it around to where he split you open on his cock, barely circling your clit with his index finger.
The thrust of your hips faltered and you looked down at his hand before covering it with your own, “More, Bucky, please -”
The arm across your breasts held you in place as your legs began to shake. The first tremors of your climax starting to build as he split you open again and again.
"Jesus, baby," you gasped, your body arching.
His response was a low, rough whisper against your neck. "I know, sweetheart," he agreed, his lips and teeth continuing their assault on your sensitive skin. He could feel the tension in your body, the way you were holding on by a thread.
"Let go, baby," he murmured against your neck, his voice rough.
Your cry was lost in your throat. Waves of pleasure coursed through your body, almost too much to bear.
The rhythmic tempo of your hips stuttered again as her whole body trembled.
“Let me hear you, doll,” he pleaded.
“Bucky,” you whimpered, “fuck, Bucky -”
His grip on you tightened, his own control hanging by a thread. "You have no idea how good you feel. God, you've no idea how much i fucking love you," he growled, his breath hot against your skin.
Your hand found his thigh, your fingers digging into his flesh, a desperate attempt to anchor yourself as your body trembled with ecstasy.
You cried out his name, your voice breaking on a high, keening note.
With your release, Bucky held your tighter, his grip unyielding as he fucked up into you. The walls of your cunt tightened around him as he spilled into you.
He groaned loudly, his body shuddering against yours, his face buried in the curve of your shoulder.
You crumpled against him, your skin warm and glowing with sweat. Your hand found its way to his hair again.
Bucky held you close, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath, his arms wrapped around you like a lifeline.
Your voice was a soft whisper, amazement in your tone. "Oh my god, Bucky."
“Yeah,” he chuckled, his breath warm at the back of your neck. “It was the stockings, sweetheart -”
He kissed your shoulder, softer now, his hand sliding down your side and tugging on the garter belt straps. “You wear this again, I’m not gonna survive it.”
You twisted slightly in his arms. “Next time,” you murmured, your lips brushing his jaw, “I’ll wear the red ones.”
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