bf!bucky barnes x brat gf!reader
feb 01 galentines party collab
summary. ⌇who's got the upper hand?
warnings. ⌇ 18+ MDNI, not-so established relationship, takes place on a couch, mutual teasing, dry-humping, messy making-out, tit sucking, fingering, orgasm (f. recieving), ass gripping, panties? who is she? needy!bucky and needy!reader.
margo's notes. ⌇ posted at midnight (as usual) but this is for galentines party collab. i also have a sweet one, but i'm way too tired to post it right now, so i'll have to finish it tommorrow, apologies. happy reading !
wc. ⌇ 1.2k main masterlist
“𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊,” bucky rasped, as you wedged yourself on his lap; thighs pressed against either of his hips as you smile at the jump you get out of him.
just by sitting on him.
“s’ wrong, baby?” you ask, head resting on his shoulder as you get a whiff of his scent–fabric softener, his cologne stuck to his sweatshirt, and a small whiff of something metallic.
“just–you.” he whispered as you hid your smile in his neck, kissing him there gently. “hm, you like it?”
“like what?” he croaked as you scoffed, “y’know what, james.”
“n-no i don’t.” he whispered, hands running up and down your waist nervously.
you adjusted yourself once more, your core pushing up against the growing hard-on in his sweats, “this?” you hummed, voice dripping with faux innocence.
“y’don’t like it?” you mumbled sweetly, your fingers tangled themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck, you pressed yourself down harder against him, earning a sound from him you didn’t think was possible.
“bucky, baby,” you whispered, kissing just below his jaw, “did you just whimper?”
“no! no i didn’t whimper–” he exhaled as a hand of yours gripped his shoulder as you stabilized yourself, grinding up against him harder. your eyes fixated on his pretty pink lips, waiting.
the moan fell from his lips like a reward–your teeth caught your bottom lip from smirking at his pretty noises.
“hmm, y’sound so nice like that.” you whispered–this time you pushed yourself off of him, as his eyes fluttered open, looking up at you with need.
“what is it?” you asked, as you felt his fingers tighten on your waist, “wh–what are you doing?” he asked, voice just above a whisper.
“getting up.” you mumbled, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, though your tone was anything otherwise–laced with a confident knowing what you were doing to him.
his lips parted–but sealed shut once again–eyes glossy with something you couldn’t name but knew.
“s’a matter, jamie?” you hummed as you felt a gentle pressure pulling you down.
“want this?” you whispered, dropping yourself back down on his lap, earning a low groan from him, “fuck–” his voice husky enough to add to the arousal that gathered between your legs.
“like it?” you hummed as he nodded, head dropping onto your shoulder, “try’na kill’ me here, princess,”
your only response was a hum and roll of your hips–the smile on your lips never left.
he kissed your shoulder, neck, cheek–everything.
before you knew it, bucky’s lips caught yours in a desperate frenzy–peppering yours in kisses before he took your lower lip into his teeth, tongue swarming against yours.
you didn’t mean to make a sound, but his tongue was grazing yours, and his fingers were untying your top.
the two of you pulled away, gasping for air as his lips dropped down to your jaw, sucking at your skin softly down to your collarbone, lips dipping down to pepper your chest in soft kisses and sucking at the skin.
lewd sounds filled the room as your moans and whimpers coincided with his grunts and kisses.
his nose brushed against your tits as he pulled the haltertop’s string loose, leaving the flimsy top to pool at your hips.
he smiled against your skin, kissing and sucking at it softly before his lips attached to the bloomed peak of your nipple.
your face didn’t go red at him.
it went red at the gasp, you let out–as if this were the first time he’d done this.
“s’ wrong, babydoll?” he whispered, his warm lips leaving your tits bare and cold, as his stormy eyes met yours with a far less desperate look than he’d had a moment ago.
“upset ‘cause you thought you’d gotten me?” he asked, lips curling into a smirk as you swallowed thickly, “don’t be stupid, barnes.”
“not being stupid, darling.” he whispered, kissing your neck as you looked away impatiently.
“you look so beautiful like this, all pent up and upset at me. princess didn’t get her way, huh?” he whispered into your ear, his hands slid down to your hips, pulling at the fat of your ass as a whine left your lips and sung into his ears.
“mmm, my pretty girl.” he whispered, lowering himself back down to your tits, kissing the other breast before licking your nipple with precision.
“stop being such a tease, bucky.” you huffed, as you pulled his head closer to your chest. he hummed softly, vibrations of his voice spilling from your chest down to the aching space between your legs.
“just hurry up and fuck me already,” you huffed, threading your fingers through his hair, knowing it’d do something to him.
his hand trailed down to the front of your shorts, the pad of his tumb pressing and rubbing meticulously against your throbbing clit. every inch of a movement triggers a soft jolt from you.
“buc–ngh!” you lurched forward, bare tits bouncing as they pressed up against his chest, “c’mon, lemme see them,” he whispered, eyes raking over your tits, as his free hand came up to brush your nipples, “so pretty.”
“fu–ck!” you whined, your back arched into the touch his finger pressing against your core, he peeled your shorts to the side, smiling at your bare mound.
“what?” you huffed, as he shook his head, “i knew you ditched your panties,” he mumbled, fingers sliding through your folds, pleasant that they were already lubricated with your arousal–you clenched at the feeling.
“so wet, and all i did was look at you.” he whispered, as he kissed you again–messy, teeth and lips tangled in each other’s.
“makin’ a mess all over me, aren’t you?” he rasped, as you nodded feverishly, rocking your hips against his fingers shamelessly. he matched your pace, sliding a finger in as you pushed down against him.
“not–ngh–enough, i-i need you.” you whimpered as he grunted, feeling your cunt push up against his fingers and his clothed cock.
“wanna taste you first,” he whispered, before you winced, a familiar bliss blooming in your stomach, “mm-mm–”
but your actions betrayed you, as your core unraveled beneath his fingers, wet and untamed. you came with his name sighing on your tongue as your eyes squeezed shut and your fingers gripped his shoulders.
“you always taste so good,” bucky whispered, as an obscene pop could be heard beside you. your eyes fluttered open as you caught the sight of his lips wrapped around his fingers, licking off you.
“shut up,” you muttered, “coulda tasted me first hand, with your tongue on me.”
“oh i did, baby.” he whispered, eyes dropped low to your bare chest as the pink on your cheeks flared down to your sternum.
“you’re such a brat sometimes, doll.” bucky smiled, kissing the valley between your tits gently, pulling you closer. his hands were warm to the touch against your back.
“sure, whatever–but you love me this way.” you countered, hyperfocused on a loose thread that fell from his shirt, as he nuzzled his nose into your neck, kissing you as you smiled against your will.
his voice was soft as you giggled against his shoulder, “that, i can’t argue with.”
Warnings: This fic will contain eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, abuse of power, violence, emotional manipulation, guns, alluded to Mafia!Bucky. My warnings are not exhaustive, proceed at your own risk.
18+ only. This is a dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary : Your best friend’s and yours entire lives have revolved around violence, death, greed and fear. You’ve always had each other and took comfort in the fact that none of this was your doing; you never had a choice. But what happens when time winds its roots around you, such that even when given the opportunity to leave, he neither leaves nor lets you leave. {mafia au}
NOTE: So this is my very first fic on tumblr!. i wanted the first to be a one shot but, oh well. Do feel free to send me your thoughts!. Reblogs are really appreciated, this is tumblr after all. I hope you enjoy!.
DIVIDERS: @firefly-graphics
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You’ve always loved Bucky, since the very beginning and you’ve always known it, he was your best friend after all. It was your responsibility to love him, to protect him, and to take care of him— you’ve always tried your best.
Whenever Steve would take it upon himself to start unnecessary fights with the older boys, Bucky would step in to support him, to save him and both idiots would end up getting their ass’s whooped. You were the smarter one you knew how to pick and choose your fights, you would run to find the nearest teacher and complain about the senior boys and they would take care of the rest.
So you always knew that, when he needed you; you’d be there for him. But you never knew if he felt the same way, or if he even liked you at all, Steve always did seem to be his first priority.
You were badly jealous of the boy, but you never wished ill on him, especially because of how frail he was and how often he’d fall sick. You supposed everyone prioritized him…
Both your father and Steve’s worked for Bucky’s dad. Considering how dangerous it is and how enemies would stoop so low as to hurt the children, Steve’s mother’s paranoia seemed valid.
But you were too young to realize all of that; after all, there’s only so much an 8-year-old can understand. You seemed quite content with your life; little did you know that everything would change soon enough.
You remember that day very clearly, even now, long after the incident. You’d had a big fight with Bucky, about him leaving you to see Steve because he was sick again! In his defense, he did ask you to come, and you did want to visit Steve. But Sarah was not your biggest fan; she simply tolerated you and was more often than not, not very welcoming of your family. You remember your mother saying something about them being more rich due to old money.
Although you supposed that it was mostly, due to the fact that while other kids were out playing; her son was more than often stuck in bed.
As you opened the door and entered your house, you hadn’t noticed the stillness in the air. The house was very quiet, but then again, it always was. Your dad was out for work, your mom; busy with the housework, you were quiet the small family.
Just as you enter the kitchen, you’re alarmed as somebody holds you and covers your mouth, and just as you are ready to scream; as much as your trembling voice will allow you to, you stop. Mortified to see your wailing mother screaming and crying to let you go, her hand’s tied; as 3 men stand around her.
You had never seen her so scared before; seeing tears in her face scared you even more; she had always been the brave one, the one you run to, whenever you had a nightmare.
Right next to her was your dad, his forehead bleeding and his lips split. The man questioning him seems to have stopped in your presence; he stared at you and his face seemed to hold a mixture of pity and guilt.
He continues to question your father. It’s all too much; Your mother’s cry, your father’s helplessness, and the tight grip of the man holding you—your mind starts to get hazy.
All of a sudden, the front door crashes open, a ear-bleeding, loud bang resonates through the air, and the person holding you falls on to the floor. By now, a lot of men are in your kitchen, their guns pointing to each other.
You hear none of their conversations; you try your best not to look at the dead man lying beside you; you get a glimpse of the blood splattered on the wall, terrified; you close your eyes for a second and look straight ahead, only to find the man questioning your dad on the floor, his head underneath the sole of Bucky’s dad’s feet.
Somebody helps your mum up, and she runs to your side; she holds you close to her as they escort the two of you outside into a black limousine. Just as you climb up, you hear another gunshot; you no longer wish to know who was shot.
Time seems to be moving in a different pace and before you know it, you’re at the Barnes household. Your parents seem to be discussing something but you couldn’t pay any attention to it.
All you could feel was the ringing sensation in your ear.
Bucky entered the mansion just around that time, his initial reaction to seeing you at his place was surprise; a small smirk forms on his face, but it slowly turns into confusion as he looks around.
He slowly comes up to you, takes your hand in his, and leads you to his room. As you sat on his bed, he prepped his pillows up to make you more comfortable and sat down next to you.
You assumed that he would ask you what was wrong or what happened. Your disheveled state would have made the distress obvious. But he never did; he just sat next to you, staring at you, yet you felt more comfortable sharing this silence, than you did the whole day.
Eventually he left and came back after some time with a glass of water in his hand. He gave it to you as he sat down next to you, even closer this time; and hugged you .
He’d been out for much longer than what would be required to get a glass of water.
So you assumed that he must have pestered around and made his mother spill everything. Mrs. Barnes was a sensitive women and Bucky always had his way with people.
He hugged you a little tighter as he said “It’s OK; you’re safe now. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you, ever.”
And in that moment, you realized that he loved you back as well.
Valentine's day. A day of love and celebrating that special someone in your life. Well that's how others viewed it. You on the other hand viewed it as a day of disgusting PDA and soppy couples. Sure, you were mostly sour because you didn't have a lover..or a Valentine to begin with, but still..it sucked.
But at least you had a sort of friend to wallow in self pity with. Your roommate, Bucky Barnes. Your very attractive roommate. Stop it y/n! After his girlfriend Dot broke up with him he just hated Valentine's Day as well, at least he gets it.
You were currently on the couch watching a horror movie and eating some of Bucky's snacks when you heard the door slam. Must be Bucky you thought and continued eating the chips he bought.
"Whatcha doing Barnes?" You said as you turned around to see where the hell he was.
"Nothing." He grumbled
You sighed and turned the TV off and set your his snacks aside.
"Ok grumpy pants what's wrong." You said walking up to him in the kitchen
"I was walking from work and I saw Dot and-" He sighed turning around
"And her new fling?" You said a little angrily.
You hated her with a passion. How could such a cruel person hurt someone as sweet and caring and handsome as Bucky? Yes...you developed some sort of feelings for this idiot but he's your roommate. It's stupid and it's never happening.
"Didn't really look like a fling to me.." He said meekly
"I thought you were over her though?" You said..heart slightly panging with jealousy. Some Valentine's Day this was turning out to be.
"I am." He said as if he were staring the obvious
You looked at him thoroughly confused before interrupting talking to him.
"What? What the hell is wrong with you? You're acting all hung up over this girl but you're completely 'over her'." You said slightly mocking him. "Barnes I don't think you know what being over someone means so let me-"
"Okay! Okay hold on a minute you didn't let me finish!" He said with a slight chuckle. He placed his hands on both of your arms, gently caressing them before looking at you. He licked his lips for a small second before speaking.
"The only reason I was ever upset about seeing Dot and her boyfriend today isn't because she was with him..it's because I wasn't with you." He said lowering his head down as if he were embarrassed.
"W-What..? What?! James Barnes I swear to God you'll be the death of me. You could've said this sooner! We've been roommates for how goddamn long and I could've been kissing you this entire time but no you decided to keep it to yourself!" You said with a huff at the end.
"I- so you wanted to kiss me this entire time huh?" He said with a shit-eating grin on his face. Dammit.. probably shouldn't have said that. His goddamn ego's going to burst.
"You know what Barnes...yeah I want you to kiss me. Right now, make my Valentine's Day better. You said, your confidence slightly wavering.
"Oh I'll kiss you doll, don't you worry about that. Just let me do this properly. He said and you giggled nodding. "Ok..Y/N Y/L/N, ever since I moved in with you you've been the funniest, sweetest, prettiest and overall most chaotic girl I have ever met. Will you be my Valentine doll?"
"Yes, Bucky Barnes I'll be your Valentine." You said smiling as you wrapped you arms around his shoulders and his went around your waist. You both stayed there hugging for a good few minutes before he tilted your chin and and kissed you. You both stayed there kissing for quite while until you started laughing.
"What is it sweets?" He said chuckling a bit, confused why you were laughing.
"Nothing nothing...it's just that one minute I'm hiding and eating your snacks so you don't make me buy more and now I'm your Valentine and we're making out in the kitchen." You said
"...I'm still gonna make you buy more." He said, his lips quirking up ever so slightly.
"Bucky! It's cold!" He looked at you disapprovingly
"You're the one that keeps finishing the snacks doll."
"Fine, I'm only going if you give me your hoodie then. It's too cold for anything I have to wear." You lied. You had so many warm hoodies. You just wanted his.
"Hmm...ok I'll let you wear mine, I should probably come with you too then huh?"
"Aww..so we can spend some time together?"
"No so your clumsy ass doesn't fall in the snow with my sweater on." He said laughing and running away from you.
"Barnes!" You laughed, chasing after him.
*P.S. you, very badly, stole his sweater that day. It was very warm and he loved how you looked in it. You cuddled with him the rest of the night*
You and Bucky loved Valentine's Day. Sure it sounded soppy but it truly was a really fun day. You both had a tradition, baking cakes using his mother's old recipe. They always tasted so amazing and you both had the best time doing it. You and him were both getting ready to go to the store to get everything now.
"Hey sweets." He said hugged you from behind and giving you a kiss on your cheek.
"Hmm hey baby." You said turning around to hug him.
"You ready to go to the store love?" Bucky asked.
"Yeah c'mon."
As you both walked to the store you made little detours here and there. You both passed a fair and pretty much spent around 2-3 hours in there.
You and Bucky walked a few blocks, close to the grocery store until you stopped Infront of a huge fair.
"I didn't know they were doing a fair here." You said smiling. You hadn't been to one since you were a kid and you missed them a lot.
"Wanna go in sweetheart?" Bucky asked, already knowing the answer.
You giggled and you took each other's arm, leading one another into the fair.
He won you an adorable stuffed bear with a bunny onesie and you held on to it the entire way back.
*A/N: Sorry to interrupt lol, the bear with the bunny onesie is actually inspired by a stuffed animal my friend got me for a bday and she's just too cute to not include in this story so here is a pic of my stuffed animal lol. You can continue now :>* ⬇️⬇️⬇️
And then you guys passed this new 40's themed diner that Bucky had been talking about for weeks. And you guessed it..another detour.
"Mhm, doll this tastes exactly like how my ma makes it..even a bit better really" He smiled as he took another bite of it.
You giggled and took another bite of the pie. "Hmm I'm not sure how she'd feel hearing that James." You said teasingly and laughed when his eyes went wide. "I'm kidding I'm kidding."
After a while you guys came out the diner and made your way to the grocery store for the ingredients to make the cake.
You turned around quickly when you felt someone squeeze your butt gently.
"Bucky!" You shout-whispered, a blush forming on your face.
"Yeah honey?" He laughed and pulled you in closer as you two continued walking
You two had arrived back and finished making the cake. It tasted exactly like how his mom made it and you loved every bite of it. You both cuddled close that night...maybe even did something a bit more. 😏
A/N: I’m working on a big ol slowburn/fluff series so I thought it only appropriate to write my first smut for this blog (and also my first smut... in years) to even things out I am thoroughly sorry to my innocent baby followers/non-mcu followers
Also this is dedicated to my baby juliette <3 she hyped me the fuck up when i gave her a sneak peak of Better Than Words so she deserves sum smutty smut smut
ps. heres my masterlist~
Word Count: 2078
Warnings: smut? duh, metal arm kink, mild dom!bucky/brat reader, fingering, oral (female receiving), small hickeys, overstimulation & unprotected sex (this is fictional friends. wrap it or else you cannot tap it do you hear me) cos thats what i'm into leave me alone also this has like no real plot its just smut... ENJOY!
You, Bucky and several other Avengers were in California for a Stark Tech show in LA, some security system Tony was working on. You and Bucky decided to leave a few days early to spend some time alone together. Everyone gave you space at the tower, but there was something special about being completely and utterly alone.
The night before the event, the two of you took the rental car and drove up and down the coast for a few hours, still cruising even after the sun had set. The windows were rolled down and the music was a little too loud. He always let you pick the music and told you which he really liked to build a mutual playlist that you both enjoyed.
You sat in the passenger seat, your left leg tucked underneath you and his flesh hand softly moving up and down the inside of your thigh.
You couldn’t help but look at him, admiring his profile, his scruff that he let grow out, knowing you’d have to enjoy it now before he shaved it off for tomorrow’s event. You took his hand and laced his fingers with yours as you bit the inside of your cheek and allowed your head to fall against the headrest.
“Sweetheart, why are you staring at me?” He asked, lowering the music, his face still square with the highway in front of him. His jaw shifted as he smiled. “I can feel you looking at me.”
“Shhh,” You’d hum. “Just let me look at you. Why can’t I look at you?”
He squeezed your hand before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a small kiss to your knuckles. “You’re being creepy, baby.”
“I disagree.” You giggle in response, watching as he readjusted his grip on the steering wheel, the metal plates on his left arm shifting.
You brought his flesh hand up to your mouth and kissed his knuckles back, but you didn’t stop there. You continued to stare at the side of his face as you pressed open mouth kisses to his knuckles, his thumb, and soon took his thumb into your mouth.
“Doll, don’t make me pull over.”
You couldn’t help but grin at this threat that sounded more like a good time. “Oh no, don’t do that!” You said in a tone slick with sarcasm. “I totally don’t want to fuck you to the sound of the ocean waves.”
He finally turned his head, locking eyes with you, the absolute love of his life, before smiling. “Oh doll, I’m going to make you regret using that tone with me.”
You drove until there was a parking ledge and stopped the car on the side of a cliff where you could see the reflection of the moon on the ocean outside of your window.
The two of you folded the seats down and crawled into the backseat of the SUV and immediately kicked off your shoes.
Bucky didn’t waste any time in laying you down on your back, the moonroof right above your head, giving you a clear view of the star speckled sky.
He placed himself in between your legs and tangled his hand into your hair as he brought his lips to yours.
“Baby doll, you are going to be the fucking death of me.” Bucky muttered onto your lips as his hips dipped circles against your own, his hard on already prominent against the inside of your thigh.
His lips continued to speckle kisses on your own, then around your jaw and back to your lips over and over again, in time with the circles that his hips drew into your own.
Eventually he would kiss down your jaw and suck small dark mark on the side of your neck. You knew that you’d have a hell of a time covering it for the event tomorrow but you thoroughly did not give a fuck right that moment.
All the while, his hands have managed to roam underneath the hoodie you’d stolen from him and also refused to wear a bra under. As his tongue gently ran over the new hickey on your neck, his flesh hand pinched and flicked on your left nipple.
It only took you a moment to realize he wanted the hoodie off. Bucky leaned back, his knees resting between your legs and his metal hand pressed up against the roof of the car as he waited for you to strip the jacket off. Within seconds your chest was bare and you took this time with Bucky upright to tug on his shirt for him to take it off and to begin unbuckling his belt.
He came back down before you could finish unzipping his jeans. His lips found yours and this time, his tongue fought its way into your mouth, instantly moving against yours, massaging your tongue with his own.
When his mouth left yours, you found yourself panting. Bucky took this time to kiss down your neck once more. Now with your hoodie off, he continued to pepper kisses across the top of your chest before completely taking your left nipple into his mouth, gently flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue, feeling it get hard between his lips. He smiled to himself before sucking roughly and using his flesh hand to slap the outside of your upper thigh.
Strings of profanities left your mouth as your fingers tangled into his hair and his mouth continued to move down your body, leaving wet kisses down your stomach. Once his lips found the waistband of your cotton shorts he leaned back once again and assisted you in taking them, alongside your underwear off. It was then that you looked up to see that the moonroof had already fogged up from the heat inside the car and you grinned to yourself.
“No fair,” You muttered, as he threw the fabric against the windshield once more. “Take yours off,” You requested, pulling him close by the loops on his jeans and pulling the zipper down.
It took him a moment but soon he was left in nothing but his socks and his tight black briefs that showed a prominent outline of his hard on, even in the dim moon light. In a matter of seconds, he was settled between your legs again.
He spread your legs open and kissed the insides of your thighs, sucking softly, almost threatening to leave more dark purple marks in this new location.
Without warning he licked a broad stripe from the bottom of your labia to your clit.
Your breath hitched and your fingers immediately reached down to tug on his hair. “More Buck. I need more.”
He continued with several broad stripes before he wrapped his lips around your clit, slowly flicking the now hard nub with his tongue.
He would alternate sucking on your clit and licking messy shapes against your skin. “Oh God, my girl tastes so good.” He muttered almost inaudibly against your pussy, the warm air making you wiggle underneath him.
“Stay still for me, doll.” He commanded, prominently this time as his flesh hand pressed your knee down, opening your thighs up and shifting his weight onto his right side.
The cool metal of his left hand came in contact with your inner thigh and the sound of your gasp filled the air. “Please. Please touch me, Buck.”
He grinned, and popped his index finger in his mouth, slicking it with spit before slowly pressing it into your opening. He slowly rocked the silver finger in and out of you before bringing it out once more to lube his middle finger with spit and press the two into you.
You both felt the way his thick fingers stretched the walls of your pussy open. You struggled to keep your hips still, as his fingers slowly moved against your skin and his stubble scratched the inner most of your thighs. . You found yourself biting on your knuckle to keep quiet.
“I want to hear you, baby. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” He said before bringing his lips back to your clit. It was as if he carefully calculated it, the way he alternated pressing his fingers as far into you as he could, with the lightest nibbling of your clit between his teeth.
Before long you were a moaning mess and couldn’t help but wiggling underneath him. “Fucking hell, James. Don’t stop. Shit! I love your tongue, Buck. So much.”
He grinned to himself, your words fueling him as he continued to eat you out. It was only a matter of minutes before you were squirming underneath him. “Hun, you have to keep still for me.”
You tried your best to not wiggle, but before long you felt yourself clench his fingers harder, ultimately cumming onto his metal hand and into his mouth. But he wouldn’t stop.
He continued to lap up the juices spilling out of you as the profanities you yelled filled the car. He let his fingers slip out of you in one swift movement, bringing them up to your mouth as he continued to lap up your cum, overstimulating your sensitive cunt until you forced your legs together and he had no choice but to stop.
The bottom half of his face was coated in your cum, and you admired the sight of him, grinning ear to ear and licking his lips as you sucked your own cum off of his metal fingers.
You brought your hands up and hooked them around the back of his neck, opening your legs once more and pulling him down on top of you.
“You did so good, princess.” He’d hum before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
You’d giggle in response, pressing your hand between your bodies and palming his dick through the thin black fabric of his Calvin Kleins.
He would whisper symphonies of curses in your ear as you licked broad stripes up his neck, ending them with open mouthed kisses on his stubble lined jaw, your hands slipping inside of his underwear and stroking the middle of his shaft.
You were both growing impatient as you used your feet to pull his briefs down around his ankles and rubbed his tip against your clit as soon as it sprung free.
“Fucking hell, doll. Still so wet for me, are you?” He pushed the last bit of fabric down until it hung on one of his ankles and sat once more on his knees, his own hand now stroking the base of his cock, slapping it against you and admiring how you looked, splayed out in front of him.
“Always.”
And without wasting another moment he’d place his metal hand flat right by your face and guide his tip into your cunt. In one smooth flick of his hips, he filled you to the brim.
This time you didn’t bother trying to keep quiet as your screams filled the car. He chuckled at how your face contorted as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. Leaning back onto his knees, his hands grabbed your hips and began to lead himself in and out of you, setting a terribly slow pace.
“I fucking hate you, Barnes,” You’d groan, pissed at him for going so agonizingly slow.
“All you had to say was, please, darling.” He’d smirk before tripling his pace with no sense of build up.
Soon you were grasping at nothing, your mouth continuously open, filling the four door with more than the sound of his skin slapping against yours.
It wasn’t long before he started to fall into you, his hips moving sloppily as he reached his peak.
You’d pull him back down, tugging on his hair and grazing ear with your teeth. “Cum for me, Buck.”
All it took was the sound of your voice, yearning for him. Then suddenly, he was like putty, encasing you with his body, squeezing your face with his hands and messily pressing his lips against yours as his cum pumped into you.
As your lips parted, he brushed your hair out of your face, using the thin layer of to slick back your baby hairs. “I love you, doll.”
You’d return the favor, tucking pieces of jet black hair behind his ears and running your thumb against his bottom lip ever so gently. “I love you too, James. Always have.”
