+18 mdni! 'i get wet at the thought of you being a responsible guy' with a very clueless bucky.
cw: responsible bucky!!!!, sub!bucky, dom!m!reader, multiple orgasms, missionary, idk this is silly
word count: 2.0k
a/n: HI omg im so sorry if this isnt as good as u guys expected but i swear its just a warm up piece 💔💔 i miss being motivated to write ANYWAYS please enjoy :3
you were out running errands when your phone buzzes.
bucky: ‘took care of the laundry. folded it too.’
bucky: ‘also unloaded the dishwasher.’
bucky: ‘watered the plants too. they looked thirsty.
you stop dead in the aisle, staring at the screen while a slow grin starts tugging at your mouth. your thumbs fly.
you: ‘you’re so fucking hot for that.’
he reads your message but doesn’t reply. is this guy seriously leaving you on read?
a beat.
bucky: ‘??? i just did some chores??’
you bite back a laugh, leaning against your cart.
bucky: ‘so, dinner. where do you wanna have it tonight?’
you: ‘nah. fuck dinner plans. i’m giving you a reward tonight.’
it takes him a good 5 minutes to reply this time. the dots flashing then disappearing like he’s hesitating.
bucky: ‘reward?’
you smirk, picturing his ears turning pink, the way his mind is probably running laps right now.
bucky: ‘come on, tell me. what kind of reward?’
you: ‘exactly what you’re thinking, baby. be ready when i get home.’
you: ‘the kind that makes you forget your own name.’
you don’t even need to see him to know he’s definitely flustered as hell, probably rereading your texts a million times to make sure that he didn’t misread them.
there’s a long pause. you put your phone away and continue running errands.
then your phone buzzes frantically in your pocket, so you pick it up to see bucky practically spamming you.
bucky: ‘holy shit.’
bucky: ‘do i have to light candles or something??’
bucky: ‘or like.. just sit here and wait?’
three minutes pass. there’s another buzz.
bucky: ‘i’m already nervous as hell, you can’t just drop that on me while i’m alone in the apartment.’
and then, a final one, after a minute of nothing but those typing dots flashing.
bucky: ‘hurry the fuck up and get home.’
—
by the time you arrive at the doorstep, you could hear footsteps padding around from inside the apartment.
sure enough, bucky’s on the couch when you step inside. his hair’s a little messy, hoodie sleeves pushed up like he didn’t know what to do with his hands while he waited. his knee bounces hard when he sees you, like a dog’s tail wagging enthusiastically.
“hi.” he says, way too softly.
you drop your keys, walk straight to him, then crowd into his space until he’s looking up at you with wide eyes.
“you really think i was joking?” you murmur, pressing your knee onto the gap between his thighs on the couch.
bucky’s breath catches almost instantly.
“i.. didn’t know if you meant it.” he says while backing up with his hands half-raised like he’s about to be arrested.
you were about to punch this stupidly cute guy in the face if he keeps this shit up.
“wait- wait- that’s not- i’m not-” he trips over his own words, eyes darting between you and the spotless apartment. “that’s literally just the bare minimum. i live here, i was supposed to do that.”
but you’re not moved at all. you just tilt your head, all amused and intent.
“mm. still did it, still getting rewarded.”
and bucky looks genuinely distressed about the ethics of this. he stands up and takes a walk to the opposite side of the couch, near the wall.
“no, this feels like cheating.” he insists, cheeks warm. “you can’t just- you can’t praise me for being a functional adult.”
meanwhile you’re crowding him into the wall, grinning, clearly enjoying how flustered he is.
“just accept the reward, bucky.”
he’s trying so hard to plead his innocence.
“i swear, i wasn’t doing it for- for this. i wasn’t trying to earn anything.”
which only makes it worse, because now he sounds so sincere and so noble, and that just makes you want to get closer.
so he gives up mid-sentence, sighs, then mutters.
“..this is fucking ridiculous.”
you grin when he looks at you like a kid who’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, half desperate, half worship.
“tell me, bucky.” you whisper.
“h-huh?”
“how do you want it, dumbass?”
bucky swallows, his voice small but steady.
“slow, hard, with you.. doing whatever i- whatever you want, but-” then he chokes on the last word. “..just use me.”
perfect. you love that he asks.
you make it easy for bucky: first, you guide him to your shared bedroom. then you strip him of the stupid hoodie he’s been fidgeting with ever since you got home, peel the fabric off his shoulders and drag the collar down so you can kiss the soft skin on his neck.
he melts into you, hands coming to your hips like he can’t believe he’s actually been given the permission to want. you press your forehead to his and murmur.
“okay. slow, then.”
you’re treating him like he just did something precious, something that deserves attention, and its driving him insane because he knows he didn’t do anything special.
he keeps trying to correct you, breath shaky.
“no, that’s- that’s not- you don’t have to-”
but you’re still there, still close, still looking at him like he hung the moon and stars just for doing a few simple chores, and that confuses him.
you spend the next ten minutes unwrapping him like a present. slow, deliberate kisses down his neck, fingers ghosting over the valley of his chest. when you catch him inhaling sharply, you thumb the edge of his jaw and laugh low.
“you’re so cute when you’re needy.”
bucky clutches at your shirt, even as he tries to stay quiet.
“..say it.” he breathes. “tell me i’m good- fuck, please.”
“that you’re good?” you tease, then give him exactly what he wants, soft praise, skin-on-skin contact, the kind of filthy encouragement that makes him lose his mind. “you did everything, you were responsible, you’re mine for tonight.”
it hits him way harder than he expects. the fight just drains out of him all at once. his shoulders drop, breath stuttering like he’d been holding it for ages. he doesn’t look triumphant or smug about it either. he just looks.. undone.
for a second, bucky didn’t even dare meet your eyes. his jaw tightens, lips parting like he wants to argue again, but nothing comes out. he swallows, slow and thick, and you can see how much that simple affirmation landed.
“yeah?” he murmurs, almost in disbelief.
you nod, then guide him to his back and kneel between his legs, fingers trailing a teasing path on his inner thighs until he’s breathing erratic. you kiss him, then let your mouth follow.
he throws his head back the moment you take him in your mouth, one hand threading into your hair, the other clenching the sheets.
“fuck, please.” he rasps. “don’t stop.”
as if you were going to stop any time soon.
you give him slow worship at first, attentive to every twitch and every moan he lets out. when you feel that shift, an urgent, pleading tilt of his hips, you stand, stripping off what you need and coming down on him the way he asked.
bucky cries out at the loss of your touch, but is quickly silenced by your lips on his.
first, you make him take your fingers.
“please- please just hurry- mmh..” he whines.
“you’re just so tight, relax, will you?” you tease.
you keep working your magic with your fingers while he keeps begging for you to hurry.
“i can take it, you know-”
“no, i don’t want you hurt by the end of this.”
unfortunately for bucky, you’re not an easy person to persuade.
it doesn’t take long for you to bring him to a shuddering first orgasm. he cries out your name, breathless, skin flushed. when he cums that first time, it’s around your fingers, needy and loud. he goes quiet for a second, eyes glazed.
“shit.. that’s..”
you grin because he’s exactly where you want him.
“that good, huh?”
bucky can only nod at your words, too blissed out from earlier.
“come on, hips up.” you ordered, slipping a pillow under his hips to prevent unnecessary soreness from your.. activities.
“hurry..” he whines once more.
“what do you want, handsome?”
“..you.”
you smirk, before slowly entering him.
“fuck- fuck, plea- aah..”
“shh, i’m not even halfway in yet.”
when you finally enter him fully, you pull back slowly just to tease him, then slam back in.
“f- aah!” he yelps.
“mm, you told me you could take it, backing off now? chicken?” you coo.
“n-no! fuck off, i- i can take it.. s-swear.”
honestly, you were impressed that he can even form sentences.
“of course, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?”
fuck. you being condescending and patronising him was definitely his biggest weakness.
you sink in harder, watching his face fold.
“w-wait- c-”
heat, hunger, and the way you look at him push him over the edge a second time easily.
you fuck him through it, making him gasp, voice raw.
“you okay?”
“m-mhm.”
you don’t stop, you keep the rhythm. soft, then deeper, harder, letting him ride the waves before crashing into the next one.
bucky’s entire body tightens, his hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white.
“o-okay, you can- fuck, slow- slow down a little-”
“i know damn well that’s not what you want, buck.”
you guide him with deliberate thrusts until he eventually cums again, this time with a ragged, ecstatic sound that leaves him shaking, gasping and somehow laughing through tears.
“jeez, are you seriously laughing right now?” you tease, kissing him on the forehead while slowing down a little to make sure he has a little space to breathe.
“can’t help it- fuck, hah.. feels so.. mm.” he shuts up the moment he was about to admit how good it felt.
you start once more. between thrusts, you kiss him until he forgets to think.
at first you fuck bucky slow to steady his breathing.
“..why are you going- mm, so slow?”
“wouldn’t want my absolute saint of a boyfriend to pass out on me, would i?” you wink at him.
he cringes at what you just said, because what the actual fuck?
but before he could tell you off, you move faster, harder, each push an answer to the way he begged to be used.
bucky loses whatever little composure remained, his moans were coming out sloppy now. he cums the third time around you.
“fuck- oh shit- aah- plea- mmh..”
“okay- fuck, relax, buck- aah, you have to relax or i’ll-”
and finally it’s your turn to cum, spilling inside him while his eyes roll back from sheer bliss.
it takes you a good minute to come back to your senses, but when you finally do, bucky’s already moving his hips against you.
“desperate much?”
“only when it comes to you. you know i- aah!”
you cut him off with harsher thrusts than before, and he swears he feels his limbs go limp.
it takes only a few more thrusts before bucky is cumming again. it’s obvious his body is running on autopilot now, addicted to the pleasure you’re delivering to him.
“someone’s excited tonight. four times, really?”
he can’t answer you even if he tried. he’s shaking so hard you’re surprised your bed frame isn’t shaking along with him.
by the end he’s splayed against you, entirely wrecked, eyes half lidded, mouth slack, cheeks stained where your kisses and his own tears have muddied his skin. his brain has gone honey-thick, every breath is quick and shallow until he eventually calms down.
“are you okay, buck? come on, answer me.”
“mmh.” he nods while he lets out a half sleepy noise.
bucky presses his face into your chest and mumbles something you can’t make out, before drifting into that blissed out stupor of someone who’s thoroughly satisfied with exactly what they asked for.
you fold him into your arms and smirk into his hair.
he sighs, utterly content, somehow melting more in your hold.
+18 mdni! sexually frustrated bucky who, unfortunately, doesn't know what's wrong with him. so you, being the generous bf that you are, you fix it for him.
cw: dom!m!reader, frustrated!sub!bucky, missionary, doggy style, overstimulation, edging (like five times..), multiple orgasms, slight dacryphilia (bucky cries), needy!bucky in denial!!
word count: >2.6k
a/n: stfu imso excited to be back UGHHH hi guys what did i miss :3 i wrote this in 3 hours i hope you guys like it :' i'll work on the requests soon trusttt ... whoops
bucky’s been pacing for the past three hours. his heavy boots dragging across the floor, jaw set tight, as his voice spilled out in sharp, frustrated bursts. this wasn’t him being angry, he knows angry. this is different, more like restlessness. his shoulders are tight even when he’s sitting still. he knows something is wrong, but he just can’t, for the life of him, figure out what.
at first, he started ranting about the traffic earlier that morning, about politics, then to some guy who cut him in line at the store two weeks ago. it doesn’t matter, though. his hands kept flexing like he’s itching for a fight.
you’ve seen it before, multiple times, actually. the fourth time, you thought he had a particularly bad nightmare. the fifth time, you know better. unfortunately for him though, he doesn’t.
so, you let him burn through it like you usually do. by letting him chew out every phantom enemy in his head until his voice got hoarse. when his words start to lose steam, you break the loop.
“bucky,” you say evenly, from where you are sitting on the couch. “come here.”
he freezes immediately, shoulders bunched up under his shirt.
“what?”
“come here.” you pat on the spot on the couch next to you. “sit.”
for a long moment, bucky just stares at you like you’ve lost your mind. he’s still vibrating with energy, teeth grit, but it’s not anger anymore, not really. it’s restlessness, a gnawing frustration under his skin he doesn’t have a name for.
slowly, hesitantly, he comes closer, as if he was daring you to laugh at him. when he finally lowers himself next to you, the weight of him settles heavy and awkward. it’s as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
he sits stiff at first, like he’s waiting for you to shove him away and laugh. to his surprise, you don’t tease him. you just steady him with a palm to his back, fingers brushing the tense line of his spine until his head tips sideways against your shoulder.
“this is bullshit.” he mutters. “i don’t know what’s going on. that’s the problem.”
“what does it feel like?” you ask, while leaning back against the couch.
bucky thinks hard, way too hard for a simple question like this.
“like.. i need to do something, but i don’t know what. nothing fixes it. i tried running, didn’t help. i tried lifting, didn’t help. i tried sleeping,” he grimaces. “definitely didn’t help.”
“oh my god.” you mutter, almost laughing.
“it’s like being hungry, but not for food.” he says. “i hate this. i feel like i’m malfunctioning. is this a side effect of the arm? or the serum? or- i don’t know, stress?”
then bucky groans.
“you’re not pissed, you’re frustrated.” you leaned in, smirking, lowering your voice.
“..don’t make that face.” he frowns.
“god, bucky, have you ever considered that you’re maybe just.. sexually frustrated? you’re mad because you need to get laid.”
dead silence.
bucky blinks once, then twice.
“..what.”
“that happens to people.” you shrug.
“no it doesn’t.” he argues. “i’d know.”
“would you, though?”
he opens his mouth, closes it, then somehow frowns harder.
“i’m not- i’m not thinking about sex.”
“you don’t have to be.”
“that makes zero fucking sense.”
at this point, you don’t need words, you just do what you do. you lean over him while your hand moves to trace lazy shapes down his back, fingers learning the exact place where his shoulders loosen. by the time your lips brush the warm plane of his jaw, he’s already breathing slower, the tension in his body bleeding out.
you press a kiss there, then another, trailing until the roughness of his stubble tickles against your mouth.
bucky inhales sharp, then lets out a sound you know is halfway between surrender and confusion.
you watch the gears in his cyborg head grind in real time, he looks genuinely betrayed by his own body. you slide your fingers down to the waistband of his pants, thumb teasing the edge of it.
“what i’m saying is, you just need a good fuck, is all-”
“what the fuck! don’t say that shit!” he tries to push up off the couch, but your arm circles tighter around his waist, keeping him put.
“what?” you say, perfectly even. “you’re a grown ass man, bucky. it’s a little direct, yeah, but you can take it.”
bucky just stares at you as if you killed his first born child, half offended, half.. something else.
“you’re out of your mind.” he says, then tries to tuck his hips back like he can hide from the sheer ridiculousness of this entire situation.
he leans back against the couch, glaring at you.
you literally have to bite your lip to stifle your laughs.
“yeah yeah, whatever. try it. won’t feel better.” his voice was rough, dismissive, like you were wasting your time trying to save him.
“oh, i’m definitely trying it.” you just smirk, climbing into his lap before he could shove you off. “and when you’re all blissed out and quiet, i’ll make sure to remind you of this moment every single time you act like a raging bull.”
“it’s not gonna work.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
but bucky was already stripping his shirt off before you even got the chance to touch him.
you tried to catch his wrists, laughing under your breath.
“slow down, buck. thought you said this wouldn’t even work.” you guide him back, shifting so he can feel your body press against his. “so now you’re begging for it?”
“begging my ass.” he snaps, pulling you closer. “if you’re going to do it, do it fast, get it over with.”
“you’re unbelievable. you’re acting like im a damn chore.”
“because it won’t fix anything!” he shoots back, bucking his hips up against you, impatient, needy, despite every word coming out of his mouth.
“keep lying to yourself, buck. i’ll fuck that attitude right of you.” your hands map him, ribs, hipbones, the hollow at the base of his throat; while you whisper directions you don’t have to, ‘deeper’, ‘closer’, ‘stay’.
“you’re the one who said this’d fix it. so fix it.” his voice sharp with impatience.
you tilt your head, lips twitching.
“you really think you’re walking away from this with your pride intact, huh?”
bucky tries to grind against you, hissing not from pain but from the heat of it, from the rightness of the friction.
“god,” he breathes. “shit.”
his voice is small, rough and real. he buries his face in your neck like hiding is a sacred thing now.
at first bucky’s jaw clenches.
“you think you can just.. fix me with your cock?” he grumbles. “sex doesn’t fix a fucking thing.”
then he kisses you, but it wasn’t really a kiss. more like, teeth, tongue and pure frustration. his hands clawed at your back, nails biting, grinding against you as if he could get himself off on sheer willpower.
you let him, let him push, let him try and take control, let him rut against you like some dumb animal.
“doesn’t have to fix the world, just needs to.. take the weight off your shoulders.”
“i don’t need it. i’m not some.. needy little-”
bucky’s sentence cuts off when your hand slips under his shirt, warm palm dragging over his stomach. he shudders, trying to shift away.
“then why are you shaking?”
“..i’m not.”
“liar.” you press your lips to his ear, while your other hand cups him through his sweats.
“d-don’t- fuck, don’t-” he jumps, a sharp hiss tearing from his throat.
“don’t what? don’t touch the hard-on you swore you didn’t have?”
bucky grips onto the armrest of the couch for dear life.
“it’s- it’s not because i want it. my body’s just- fuck, just wired up, alright?”
“so let me rewire you.” you position him on the couch, then push his sweats down, freeing him.
he was just about to tell you off for getting on your knees for him; instead he gasps when your hand finally wraps around his cock, squeezing slow, dragging precum down the length.
“fuck, i don’t- don’t need this.”
“is that so? then why’s your cock leaking all over my hand?”
you don’t give him time to respond, stroking him until he’s trembling, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut like he can pretend all this isn’t happening right now. but his hips keep jerking up into your palm, chasing every stroke.
and when you slide two slick fingers inside him, his breath punches out in a guttural sound, thighs squeezing shut around you.
“f-fuck you, fuck- ah- i don’t-”
“say you don’t want it again. say it while you’re squeezing around my fingers like that.”
bucky tries, god he tries, mouth opening, but all that comes out is a choked moan. his denial crumbles further when you curl your fingers just right, grazing his sweet spot. he buckles against you, his cock twitching helplessly in your grip.
“yeah, that’s it. that’s the truth right there.”
then finally, finally does he admit it.
“fuck- need you, need you in me-”
“no ‘please’? rude.” you scoff, and he whines at you.
honestly, his pleas were what you were waiting for. you don’t let him curl up when you’re done stretching him. you carry him to the bedroom, and set him down on the mattress. then you flip him forward, press his chest to the mattress and keep his ass high in the air.
bucky grunts, tries to twist back towards you, but you palm the back of his neck and pin him.
“stay down.”
to your surprise, he snarls.
“the fuck i will-”
your hand cracks across his ass, sharp and stinging.
bucky jerks once, then goes silent.
“i said stay down. you want to burn through that storm in your head? then listen.”
“i told you, it’s not going to fix anything.”
immediately, he realises that was probably a sentence he shouldn’t have spoken. he breathes hard, shoulders tensing, but he doesn’t move again.
you stroke your cock, line it up and push in slowly.
bucky groans into the sheets, fists twisting the covers, back flexing as he tries his best to take you.
“goddamn it- fuck, you’re too deep-”
you lean over his back.
“you can take it. quit lying to yourself.” you say before finally bottoming out, hips flush to his ass.
his entire body shudders, a raw moan spilling from his throat.
you give him a second, before pulling out and slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm.
bucky’s denial doesn’t last long.
“n-no, it’s not- fuck, don’t need it. i don’t- aah, fuck..”
“say it again, come on. i’ll fuck the words right out of your mouth.” you grip his hips and pound into him relentless, the lewd slap of skin filling the room.
at some point, his arms give out. his face presses into the sheets, drool wetting the fabric.
“f-fuck, fuck me h-harder, please.”
“attaboy.” you reach under him and fist his cock, stroking him in rhythm with your thrusts.
bucky’s so far gone now, lost in it, bucking back onto you, desperate. his voice is ragged, nothing but curses and moans as you ruin him.
“taking me so deep- mmh.. where’s all that anger? gone now, huh?”
he screams by accident, it scares you a little, but somehow spurs you on more.
“please- fuck, g-gonna.. cum..”
“you hearing yourself right now, buck?” you fuck him through it, ignoring his overstimulated whines.
“s-shut up- mmh..” bucky tries to crawl away, but you pin him in place, cock driving into him harder, pulling more from him than he thought he had to give.
when he finally cums, it tears out of him like a punishment. his entire body bowed.
by the time you were done with him, he’s collapsed, trembling, ass red and leaking. you pull out eventually, your cum drips down his thighs while you lie down beside him.
bucky though? the poor thing can barely breathe, let alone speak. his eyes glazed over, mouth slack.
“now you know what’s wrong.” you say as you stroke his hair. “three days, minimum, before you get pissy again. maybe more.”
“..fuck you.”
“already did.”
—
it takes him a good 15 minutes before he growls again.
“still holding on? thought i fucked that out of you already.”
“doesn’t mean shit.. can’t fix me with your cock. takes.. more than that to.. break me.”
you smile darkly, he’s hanging on by a thread and somehow still mouthing off. then you grin, pushing his thighs up against his stomach, holding him in missionary. you drag your cock along his swollen rim and push back in.
bucky gasps, then lets out a sound halfway between a curse and a cry.
“good, i want more.” you set a slow, grinding pace, keeping him right at the edge.
every time his cock twitches, every time his breath stutters like he’s about to let go, you pull out and slap his cock, making him whine in frustration.
“fuck you- mmgh, stop teasing-”
“not until you admit what you need.”
then you keep him like that, wound tight, desperate, leaking all over the sheets. the sheer frustration makes him bite on his lip until they were red and raw.
every time bucky tries to move, you catch his waist, slam him back onto your cock and grind against his prostate until his mind goes fuzzy all over again.
“ahh- fuck, fuck- please, let- mmh! let me c-cum..”
you plant a kiss on his cheek.
“not begging sweet enough yet.” you say, before edging him again and again.
by the fifth time, bucky’s body is convulsing, thighs quivering, sweat soaking the sheets while his cock twitches helplessly against his stomach. he’s babbling now, the sharp edge long gone from his voice.
“p-please, i can’t t-take it, please- i need it, i need you-”
you thrust deeper now.
“louder. tell me you need me to fuck it out of you.” you stroke his cock and he actually whimpers. “say please.”
“i n-need- fuck! i need it- fuck, please, need you- aah! ..to fuck me, please, please-”
only then do you let him cum. you pound him hard, hand tight on his cock and he screams into the sheets. his body convulses as he spills across his stomach.
even as bucky whimpers and trembles, you don’t go for the quick fix. you keep moving, overstimulating him until his words are slurred, incoherent, nothing more but ‘please’, ‘no more’ and ‘fuck’.
“come on, buck, let it out.” you wrap an arm around his lower back and pull him up so you could bite his neck. your cock still buried deep.
“i-i’m.. fuck- fine, i don’t-”
“no, you’re not fine. look at yourself, haah.. can’t sit still, can’t think- fuck, and your body’s screaming for me. stop lying to yourself.”
bucky jerks once more.
“n-no- fuck.. i don’t-”
“yes, you do. you need me, you need this release, all of it, every last bit of frustration in you.”
then you hear the first hitch in his breath, a tiny, strangled sound he’s trying to suppress.
“n-no.. shit- aah, that’s not-” before he could stop it, the first sob escapes. “i’m.. i’m not-”
“yes you are. it’s okay, let it all out.”
then another sob rips right through bucky. his body shudders violently, hips jerking helplessly as you continue your relentless thrusts.
“f-fuck, i c-can’t-” the sobs break fully now, raw and shuddering. “i h-hate feeling.. t-this.. please-”
“shh, don’t fight it. this is good. you needed this.” you fuck him through every sob, until every last bit of tension is wrung out of him.
and when you finally spill inside him, he collapses, for real this time, limp and trembling, face wet with tears.
“there he is, no attitude left. just my good boy, hm?”
“..hate you.”
“yeah, there’s the bucky i know.” you grinned against his damp skin. “and guess what, buck?”
a/n: HEY so i wrote this in like 3 hours i got carried away whoops. and its like 3am now anyways this is a little offering from me. way softer than what i usually write, sorta. i hope u guys enjoy my little offering after being gone for a month or two 💪 pls dont flop or i'll actually cry
the apartment was quiet when you stepped inside. for once, there was no tv murmuring in the background, no shuffling of restless pacing in the kitchen. you kicked your shoes off by the door, expecting the usual sight of bucky brooding over something he won’t talk about.
instead, you found him already in your shared bed. the lights were soft, and low, and bucky’s already stretched out on the bed. he wasn’t sleeping though.
he’s frowning in concentration, lips pouty. his pointer finger moved across the screen stiff, and deliberate like he was trying to dismantle a bomb.
“didn’t expect you to be down this early.” you smiled.
bucky’s lips twitched, just a little.
“got enough sleep for once. nothing out there today, no sirens, no neighbours slamming doors.” he sighed. “guess the world decided to give me a break today.”
“you sound proud of yourself.” you spoke while changing out of your clothes, tugging on something soft, and comfortable.
“damn right, slept almost eight hours straight..” his eyes followed you all the way, trained on the way your back flexed when you took your shirt off. “i should get a medal for that, don’t you think?”
“you’d frame the certificate, and hang it on the wall.”
“hell yeah, i would. just imagine it, ‘world's best sleeper’.” bucky grinned, boyish, something you didn’t get to see often. ”think it’d look good above the couch?”
you laughed, putting your stuff away into the shelves.
“you’re in a good mood. what are you up to?”
“just.. trying to figure this out.” he admits. “sam’s always scrolling through your.. uh.. thing. showing me videos, stupid jokes, news. it feels like the whole world’s on here, except for me.”
you squinted, trying to focus on the screen from afar.
“you’re making an account?”
“trying to.” he corrects. “but it keeps asking me questions like i’m on a first date with it. birthday, email, phone number, it wants everything.”
“that’s kind of the point.” you teased. “it’s social media, you’re supposed to be.. you know, social.”
bucky shot you a look, but there wasn’t any bite to it. if anything, there’s this glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.
“i just feel like i’m.. missing out. everyone has this.. window to the world.” he sighs. “i want to know what’s out there too, but then i don’t even know what name to put down. bucky? james? sergeant barnes?”
“well, first rule: no sergeant barnes. you’ll scare people off.”
he huffed a laugh, eyes crinkling slightly.
“guess you’ll have to walk me through this huh?”
“guess so.” you murmured, climbing onto the bed. “lucky for you, i’m an expert at caring for the elderly.”
bucky groaned, and buried his face into the pillow, but you heard the muffled laugh he tried to hide. it was good, he’s good, way better than he’d been for a while.
by the time you were fully on the bed, he was already propped up on his elbows, looking at you with barely-contained eagerness.
“okay, come on.” you sigh fondly, patting your lap.
he didn’t just come, he leapt. he rolled over with a grin, and the next thing you know, he’s half on top of you. he’s peppering kisses across your face, your temples, your cheekbones, the tip of your nose, basically anywhere his mouth could land.
“bucky!” you laughed, squirming slightly under him. “stop that, you’re acting like a puppy.”
“well.” he pulled back just enough to smirk down at you. “at least i belong to a sweet owner like you.”
you groaned, shoving lightly at his shoulder.
“did you really just say that?”
“what?” he grinned, somehow wider than before. “it’s true! i’m loyal, affectionate, maybe a little too clingy sometimes. come on, tell me i’m wrong.”
“bucky-”
“plus, i fetch you the stuff you need like nobody’s business!” his mouth lingered, soft, and insistent.
what started as playful pecks somehow turned into bucky pressing his lips to your jaw, then your neck, savouring the closeness.
and then you felt it, hard, and hot, pressing against your hip. you froze, blinking up at him.
“..are you actually hard right now?”
he paused mid-kiss, the tips of his ears going red.
“..can’t help it.” he muttered, voice rough. “i-i’ll make it go away! don’t worry about it. i can.. uh.. i can take care of it myself.”
bucky shifted back, trying to put space between you, cheeks pink like he had been caught doing something wrong.
“sorry.” he blurted out. “i didn’t mean- i wasn’t trying to.. you know.”
you tilted your head at him, and his face flamed.
“fuck, i wasn’t- i didn’t mean to-” he cut himself off, dragging his hands over his face. “i’m making this worse, aren’t i?”
“a little.” you bit back a laugh, leaning closer.
bucky groaned, flopping onto his back, and covering his eyes with his metal hand.
“look, it’s not like we’ve done.. that before. i don’t wanna fuck this up, because-” he cleared his throat. “because you’re important to me.”
your chest warmed at the words. but still, you couldn’t resist teasing him
“so instead you were just going to wait until i fell asleep, and jerk off under the covers?”
“god.” he mutters through his palm, clearly mortified.
“am i wrong?”
“..no.”
you laughed, climbing over him until you were straddling his hips.
bucky’s breath caught immediately, hands flat on the mattress.
“sweetheart.” he whispers. “you don’t have to-”
“i want to.”
he shivered, whole body tense beneath you. then finally, his hands found your waist, gripping like he was terrified you might disappear.
“..just don’t laugh at me okay?” he breathes, shaky, and raw. “i’m probably going to fumble this like an idiot.”
you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down slowly.
bucky’s breath stuttered, body jerking like he wanted to stop you but didn’t dare to.
by the time you’ve dragged them off his hips, his cock sprung free, flushed, and thick. instantly, he groaned, grabbing a pillow off the bed, and yanking it over himself.
“bucky.” you murmured, amused. “what are you doing?”
“don’t- just don’t look.” he mumbled from behind the pillow.
“don’t.. look? you’re hiding like a teenager who got caught jerking off.”
“sweetheart, please.” his voice cracked.
you slid up closer, fingers stroking along his tense arm.
“but i want to. i want to see exactly what i do to you.”
bucky groaned, burying himself deeper into the pillow, like the mattress would swallow him if he tried hard enough.
“you already know what you do to me. how is this any different?” his grip on the pillow tightened, knuckles white.
finally, the pillow slipped from his grip, sliding down his side. his face was scarlet, eyes darting everywhere but at you, lips pressed tight like he was trying to not make a sound.
you didn’t go straight for his cock. instead, you shifted up, leaning over him, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
“relax.”
bucky gasped as your lips trailed lower. down his collarbone, sternum, the smooth plane of his chest. his stomach tightened under your mouth, muscles flexing with each kiss you plant. he fisted the sheets like it was the only thing holding him together.
“you’re so tense.” you teased softly. “let me take care of you.”
he made a shaky sound, hips twitching.
before he knew it, you shifted, sliding lower, positioning yourself in between his legs.
his eyes went wide at the sight, breath hitching.
“wait-” he blurted. “i thought- i thought you were going to-”
bucky’s cheeks somehow flamed even redder, and he couldn’t bring himself to finish that sentence. but it was obvious what he thought, that you’d flip him immediately.
instead, you just smirked, hands stroking up his thighs.
“stop.” he said.
you blinked up at him.
“what’s wrong?”
bucky’s throat worked as he swallowed, eyes darting away.
“don’t.” he whispered. “just- don’t do that.”
“bucky..” you frowned softly.
“it’s degrading.” he blurted out. “like you’re- i don’t know, like you’re something lower than me.”
that made you pause, and really look at him. his face was crimson, chest heaving as if just saying it out loud costed him.
you crawled up a little so he could see you properly.
“you think me wanting to put my mouth on you makes me less somehow?”
“yeah! i mean- no! i mean-” he groaned, covering his eyes with his flesh hand. “fuck, sweetheart, it’s complicated. i don’t want to sit here like some asshole, and watch you on your knees for me! i’m.. not that guy.”
you smirked softly, and leaned in closer.
“so what are you then?”
“someone who’s already a fucking mess, even without you making it worse.”
“that’s not an excuse, buck.”
bucky pulled his hand away, scowling.
“alright, fine. uh- hygiene! yeah, what if i’m not clean enough? what if it’s gross?”
you quirked a brow at him.
“i think i can handle it.”
“but-” he fumbled. “but it’s- it’s selfish! i don’t deserve it.”
“who said anything about deserving?” you kissed his cheek gently. “i want it.”
bucky just groaned, dragging the pillow over his face again.
“fuck, you’re impossible. you’ll regret it! you’ll choke, or- or gag, and then you’ll hate me.”
“pretty sure i can survive a little gagging.” you grinned, tugging the pillow off.
“sweetheart, please. don’t do this just to prove a point.”
“i want to make you feel good, bucky. i want to see you lose control, why is that so hard to believe?”
he stared at you, lips parted, but nothing came out.
finally, he spoke in a voice so quiet you’d almost missed it.
“because if you do, i’ll be loud, messy, and it’ll ruin me.”
your hand slid over his chest.
“good, that’s exactly what i want.”
bucky squeezed his eyes shut, groaning like you’ve just shattered every last bit of restraint he had left.
“..you’re really not going to let this go, are you?”
you grinned, already kissing your way down his stomach again.
“not a chance.”
you were still nestled between his thighs, stroking slow circles over his skin.
“alright, hear me out.” he starts again. “what if- uh, your jaw locks? you ever think about that? you’ll be stuck there, and i’ll have to call sam or somebody to help pry you off me! can you imagine the jokes we would never live down?”
“bucky.”
“or- or what if i get too heavy-handed? you know how strong i am, what if i crush your skull by accident?” he rambled on. “you’ll die, sweetheart. you’ll die, and they’ll put ‘death by cock’ on your tombstone!”
“..that’s not how tombstones work.”
“doesn’t matter!” he insists, running his hands through his hair like he was spiraling. “i’ll know, everyone will find out, and they’ll all blame me”
you tilted your head.
“so, to be clear, you’re saying i shouldn’t suck you off because i might.. die?”
“exactly!” he pointed, triumphant. “see, you get it. wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“mhm.” you leaned closer, lips brushing the inside of his thigh.
the second your mouth made contact with his skin, he shut up. a ragged sound escaped him, and his entire body jerked like he had been shocked.
“..fuck.” he whispered.
you glanced up at him, and he’s staring at the ceiling, eyes wide, face scarlet. that’s when it really clicked for you, bucky wasn’t just shy, he was embarrassed. not about you, not about the act, but about himself, his want.
you pressed another kiss, softer this time, and his breath hitched again.
“bucky, you don’t have to be embarrassed with me.”
his eyes flicked to you, wide, and uncertain, lips parted like he was trying to form words. but nothing came out, just a quiet shaky breath, his chest rising, and falling like he was hanging on by a thread.
he’s quiet for a long moment, staring at the ceiling like it might swallow him whole. his jaw clenches, and unclenches. then, in the softest mumble, he muttered.
“..okay, fine. but just this once, okay?”
“just once.” you echoed, even though you both knew it was a lie.
you didn’t reach for his cock, you didn’t even come close. instead, you tilted down, pressing slow, lingering kisses to the inside of his thigh.
bucky made a strangled noise yet again, somewhere between a gasp, and a moan. his entire body went taut, thighs flexing hard around you.
you could feel the raw strength there, the pressure he’s fighting to keep from snapping his thighs shut around your head.
“god.” he hissed through his teeth. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
you hummed against his skin, lips trailing higher, then lower, then higher again, unpredictable.
his hands fisted the sheets, knuckles bone-white.
“you’re- fuck, you’re not even-” he cut himself off, whimpering when you kiss just shy of where he needed you most.
“not even what?”
“you’re not even-” his voice cracked. “not even touching me, and i’m already-”
he groaned, throwing his head back, biting down so hard on his lip you’d think it would draw blood.
“that’s the point, buck.” you glanced up at him.
bucky’s eyes flicked down at you, wide, and hazy.
“sweetheart, you’re actually going to kill me.”
you pressed another kiss to the inside of his thigh, slower than the rest, and you felt him shudder, the tremor running all the way up his body.
that’s when he panicked, grabbing the stray pillow beside him, and yanking it over his chest, and half his face again like it was going to save him.
“are you seriously hiding from me right now?”
bucky didn’t answer, he’s too busy breathing into the pillow, every exhale hot, and shaky, muffled like if you couldn’t hear him falling apart, it wouldn’t count.
“you’re ridiculous.”
the pillow shifted slightly as he muttered into it.
“shut up. just.. don’t look at me.”
“you think i can’t tell how good it feels just because you’re hiding your face from me?”
bucky groaned, loud, even through the fabric of the pillow. he tried pressing the pillow harder against himself like it’ll swallow him whole. his chest was heaving beneath it, every breath he let out betrayed him.
you dragged your lips higher, close enough that he would tense again.
“relax, buck.” you whispered. “you don’t have to hide from me.”
he made another muffled, pitiful noise into the pillow, then blurted immediately.
“i told you i’d be loud!”
you smiled, kissing higher still, just to hear him whimper into his makeshift shield.
“okay, just today. since it’s your first time, i’ll let you cover your face.”
his chest heaved under the pillow, breath coming fast.
“but.” you added. “you should know something.”
he peeked at you over the edge of the pillow, wary.
“what?”
“i really, really want to see you cum for the first time ever.”
bucky’s breath stuttered, eyes wide, and he slammed the pillow back over his face like he could hide from the weight of those words.
you didn’t push, just kept kissing, every touch soft, every word reassuring.
and then, after a long, trembling moment, he finally lets go of the pillow. it slid off his chest, and onto the sheets beside him.
you met his faze, your hand smoothing over his stomach, and murmured.
“attaboy.”
bucky’s eyes fluttered shut almost immediately, a broken noise tearing from his throat. it wasn’t just because of the name, but because of how much it hit, how much it felt like praise, like safety, like being seen, and cherished in his most vulnerable moment.
his hands flew up to cover his face again, not with the pillow this time, but with his palms.
“fuck.” he whispered hoarsely. “don’t- don’t say shit like that. i can’t-”
but you just leaned in, kissed the inside of his thigh once more, and smiled.
“you can, and you love it.”
finally, when you shifted lower, he noticed instantly. his whole body tensed, muscles locking tight as he watched you move down between his thighs with purpose this time.
his breath stuttered. then he actually held it, like he thinks if he didn’t breathe, he wouldn’t feel what’s coming.
you glanced up at him once, catching the wide, glassy panic in his eyes, then leaned down and pressed the gentlest kiss to the swollen, flushed tip of his cock.
the reaction was violent.
bucky jolted off the bed, hands fisting the sheets so hard the fabric nearly tore. his head snapped back against the mattress, and a strangled, half-choked sound rips out of him, so loud it almost echoes.
“fuck-” it bursted from him, raw, like he wasn’t ready for how much it would hit.
his thighs clamped tight, trembling hard, and he’s shaking his head against the sheets like he’s trying to will the feeling away. but his cock twitches helplessly, betraying just how much it undid him.
“oh my god-” he gasped when he finally remembered how to breathe, voice breaking, “you can’t just- fuck- do that without warning-”
you grinned, lips brushing against him again, softer this time, just enough to make his hips twitch.
“bucky,” you murmured, voice low and teasing, “if that’s how loud you are from one kiss, what the fuck are you gonna do when i actually start?”
he groaned, dragging a hand over his burning face, utterly mortified. but the noise that escaped him when your mouth hovers over him again is pure, desperate need.
you didn’t take him in right away. you could, but where’s the fun in that? besides, he looked like he’s going to combust already, you figured a little teasing would help him ease into it.
so instead, you dragged your tongue up the length of his cock in the lightest, laziest kitten lick, soft and wet from base to tip.
his whole body spasmed.
“oh- fuck-” he gasped, voice cracking, his hands flying up to clutch the sheets again. his thighs trembled so violently the mattress creaks beneath the strain, and his head tipped back, throat working like he’s trying to swallow down a sob.
you gave him another, slower lick, swirling just under the head before pulling back.
that’s when you noticed it, his eyes were watering.
“bucky.” you whispered, almost stunned, “are you.. crying?”
he jerked his face away, cheeks flaming, but you caught the glint of wet clinging to his lashes anyway.
“n-no.” he stammered, voice hoarse, “just- fuck- just sensitive, alright?”
you grinned against his skin, kissing just under the flushed tip. “sensitive, huh? looks like i barely touched you and you’re already falling apart.”
he made another wrecked sound, half a whine, half a groan, and covered his face with his flesh hand like if he hid, you wouldn’t notice how bad he was shaking.
you soothed him with another slow lick, gentler this time, letting him feel the wet warmth without too much pressure. he twitched helplessly, a desperate little whimper muffled behind his hand.
“sweetheart,” he choked out, voice trembling, “i can’t- i don’t- fuck, you don’t understand what you’re doing to me.”
you dragged your tongue lazily over him again, kitten-soft, deliberately slow.
bucky twitched, thighs clenching, a strangled moan spilling out before he could bite it back.
“shit- sweetheart, please.” he panted, voice breaking. his hand came down to hover over your hair, not pushing, not daring, just hovering, trembling like he wanted to guide you but couldn’t bring himself to.
you glanced up at him, your lips ghosting over the flushed head, and caught the wild look in his eyes, wide open, already glassy with unshed tears.
“please what?” you murmured, barely brushing a kiss to him.
bucky groaned, throwing his head back.
“please hurry. i can’t- can’t sit here with you on your knees like- like this-” his voice cracked, and he sucked in a ragged breath, chest heaving. “makes me feel like- fuck, like i’m some kinda god or somethin’. and you’re just-”
he cut himself off with another harsh groan, fists clenching the sheets.
your brows lifted, and you pressed another teasing kiss to his tip.
“and that’s a bad thing?”
“yes!” he almost shouted, desperate. “you’re- you’re better than me, sweetheart, you shouldn’t- you shouldn’t be down there like that. i don’t deserve-”
you silenced him with another long, deliberate lick, and he choked on a moan, knees nearly buckling around your head.
“you’re not a god, buck,” you murmured against his skin, voice low but steady. “you’re just mine. and right now, i want to take care of you. so let me.”
bucky’s hand finally dropped, trembling, threading into your hair, still not pushing, just holding on like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered.
“fuck,” he whispered, almost broken, “you’re gonna ruin me.”
that’s when you knew he was seconds from begging properly.
“don’t- please don’t. i can’t take it, i can’t-”
but you didn’t stop. then you finally, finally wrapped your lips around the flushed head of his cock, sinking down slow, wet heat swallowing him inch by inch.
the sound bucky made was downright feral.
“oh- fuck! oh my- shit-” his voice broke into a half-scream, strangled and raw, his hips jerking despite how hard he was fighting to stay still. his hand fisted in your hair, not pulling, just holding on for dear life.
you hummed around him, easing deeper, and that’s when he shattered.
“fuck fuck fuck- oh god- sweetheart, i-i can’t-” the words poured out of him, ragged, uncontrollable, his voice cracking on every other syllable. his head thrashed against the mattress, veins standing out in his neck as he moans so loud it borders on a scream.
tears spilled over, hot and helpless, running down his temples as his thighs quaked around you.
you weren’t even moving yet. just the head of his cock stretching your lips, your tongue pressed warm and wet under him, your eyes flicking up to watch him.
and that’s it. that’s all it took for bucky barnes to completely unravel.
and when you glanced up at him, your mouth still full of him, you saw it all. the tears, the red cheeks, the bitten lips trembling as he tried and failed to hold back another wrecked cry.
“so good- oh my god- you’re so good, sweetheart- ohhh fuck-” he gasped, shaking his head like he’s in pain, chest heaving with every ragged breath. his thighs were trembling so hard the mattress squeaks under the strain, his metal hand clawed into the sheets like he’s trying to ground himself in reality.
bucky dared one look down, just one, and immediately slammed his eyes shut again with a broken groan.
“i can’t- i can’t.” he choked out, voice shaking, “if you look at me like that, i’ll cum right now, i swear!”
you hummed low around him, not even moving, just letting him sit heavy on your tongue. the vibration alone made his hips buck wildly before he slammed them back down into the mattress, terrified of hurting you.
his hands flew up, one clapping over his burning face, the other gripping your hair but not hard, trembling, like he’s begging you to stay put while also terrified of what’s coming.
“sweetheart- please- don’t want to finish like this, i’m not even- fuck, i’m not even ready-” his voice cracked, going hoarse, every syllable drenched in panic and need.
bucky was spiraling so hard he couldn’t even breathe evenly, tears streaking down the sides of his face as his body shook under the sheer intensity of not even motion.
and you, lips still around him, watched him shatter from nothing more than the sight of what you’re doing, realise, he’s so repressed, so desperate for affection, that you might not even have to do anything.
bucky could actually cum just from this.
he was holding his breath, holding everything, like if he just squeezed hard enough, clenched his thighs tight enough, gripped the sheets until the seams ripped, he’d be able to handle this.
but then his brain betrayed him. he pictured it, what you must look like right now, on your knees between his legs, lips stretched around him, eyes glinting with heat and pride just for him.
and that was it.
bucky’s body jerked so hard the mattress rattles. his spine bowed into a sharp, perfect arch, chest straining up like something’s snapping loose inside him.
he didn’t even make a sound at first, just silence, like the orgasm had ripped the air right out of his lungs. his eyes flew wide open, then squeezed shut again as hot tears spilled over, his face twisted in something too raw to be contained.
then it hit him fully.
a strangled gasp ripped free, but it’s cut off halfway, his mouth fell open in stunned, soundless release as his cock pulsed hard against your tongue.
bucky shook, violent tremors running down his legs, through his arms, his hips twitched helplessly even as he tried to hold them down. the restraint costs him; his thighs burned, his hips ached like he’d been fighting chains, but he still wouldn’t thrust into your mouth.
he came so hard it looked painful, his whole body taut as a bowstring, then collapsing all at once into a trembling, wrecked heap.
and when it finally let him go, he just lied there. flushed red, drenched in sweat, lips parted around a wrecked, shaky breath, completely destroyed, all without you even moving.
then the sounds started.
soft, broken whimpers spilled out of him, pitiful, almost wounded. his hands twitched uselessly, one gripping the sheets, the other covering his face like he could hide from you.
at first, you froze. the noise was that raw, like he’s in genuine pain, and instinctively you eased up, pulling back slightly.
“bucky?” you murmured, worried. “hey, you okay? did I push you too-”
and that’s when you caught it.
the corner of bucky’s mouth. twitching. curling. a tiny, trembling little smile that betrayed him completely.
your lips curved into a grin against his skin, realisation washing over you.
“oh, you liked that,” you whispered, low and certain.
he groaned, throwing an arm over his face, muffling his voice.
“no I didn’t- don’t- don’t say that-”
but the whimpers kept coming, and his hips gave the tiniest involuntary twitch like his body was already begging for more.
you kissed the inside of his thigh, gentle.
“liar. you’re smiling.”
“fuck,” he whined, voice cracking, “don’t look at me- don’t-”
but you could hear it now in every breath, every sound bucky tried to smother. he’s not in pain, he’s overwhelmed, undone. and the little smile sneaking onto his face told you the truth, he had never felt this good in his life.
this time, you didn’t just hold him in your mouth. you moved.
slow at first, lips sliding down, tongue pressing warm and wet against the underside of his cock as you take him deeper.
his reaction was immediate, explosive.
“oh fuck!” he screamed, his voice cracking raw, his back bowing clean off the mattress. it’s loud, unrestrained, ripped straight out of his chest like he had never learned how to control it.
bucky’s thighs snapped tight around you, trembling violently, his metal hand clawing uselessly at the sheets while his flesh one flails in the air like he’s searching, desperate for something, anything, to hold.
you reached up, smoothing a slow circle into the sharp dip of his hipbone with your thumb. steady, grounding.
he sobbed, loud and cracked, his hand latched onto your wrist so hard it almost hurt. he’s clinging to you like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered, tears slipping freely down his temples.
“sweetheart, please- please- i can’t- I can’t-” he babbled, voice raw and desperate, but his hips bucked up, chasing more.
you kept tracing circles into his hip, soft and rhythmic, a silent anchor to drag him back down even as your mouth worked him harder.
bucky’s voice was wrecked now, breaking into screams, whimpers, and gasps so loud you knew your neighbors would hear.
too bad none of you cared.
you stayed steady, taking him deeper, throat flexing around him, one hand keeping his hips from jerking too hard while your thumb rubbed that calming rhythm into his skin. his tears spilled hot down his temples, his breath hitching into screams that shatter into broken whimpers.
his whole body locked up, tighter than before, every muscle straining like a bowstring about to snap. his grip on your wrist turned frantic, desperate, and then it hit him.
the orgasm ripped through bucky so violently it dragged a scream straight from his chest, louder than anything you’ve heard yet. his eyes rolled back, mouth open and gasping against the pillow he’s half-smothering himself with.
you pull off him right as he erupted, but it didn’t matter. he just kept going. hot, thick spurts paint across his stomach, his chest. each pulse made his back arch off the mattress again, shaking with the sheer force of it.
you froze for a heartbeat, struck by the sight. fuck. it’s obscene, the way he unraveled under you, his face flushed red, his chest heaving, his eyes gone, completely lost in the pleasure you’re wringing out of him.
and it’s so fucking hot you couldn’t even pretend otherwise.
he’s lost to it. shaking, whimpering, legs trembling around you while his body betrayed him, forcing out more and more until he’s a mess of sweat, tears, and cum.
the pillow was the only thing saving his voice from tearing the walls down. he buried his face into it, muffling the raw sounds spilling out of him, because he’s screaming so hard it almost scared him.
and still, it doesn’t stop. bucky’s cumming so much it leaves him sticky, drenched, twitching helplessly in the aftermath. when it finally slowed, he collapsed flat, chest heaving, hands falling limp at his sides like he doesn’t even have the strength to hold on anymore.
he’s ruined. flushed red, lips swollen from biting, his whole body trembled as little aftershocks run through him. his lashes were wet, eyes glassy, and he looked up at you like he couldn't believe he survived it.
—
he’s out of it for a long while, body sprawled across the sheets, chest rising and falling in uneven gulps, eyes still glazed like he’s floating somewhere far above you. every so often his thighs twitched, little aftershocks rippling through him, and you could tell he’s nowhere close to steady yet.
when he did come back, it was slow. his breathing evened out, the color in his cheeks shifts from wrecked red to soft pink, and his eyes finally focused on you. then, weirdly, a crooked little grin tugs at his lips.
“..why do i feel.. good?” he asked, voice scratchy and low, like he’s genuinely baffled. “i should be dead right now. that.. that was a lot. but i feel..”
“feel?”
he frowned, searching for the word.
“..lighter?”
you chuckled softly as you grabbed a warm cloth, wiping the mess off his stomach and chest. “your brain’s pumping out feel-good chemicals after all that. that’s why you’re smiling like you just won the lottery.”
he blinked, still dazed, watching you clean him up with gentle strokes.
“..so you’re telling me my brain drugged me. because i came that hard?”
“pretty much,” you smirked, dabbing carefully at the last streaks of come on his skin. “welcome to the high of your life. and the best part? you earned it.”
he let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head, the sound lighter than you’ve heard from him in ages.
“god.. no wonder people get addicted to this shit.”
you tossed the cloth aside, lean in, and brushed a kiss to his damp hairline.
Okay boss been ages since I put in a request and you said you havent wrote others bc no one asked so uhhhhh
Reader, Bob, and Bucky. You three are the only ones at base
So basically goes from reader and bucky doing the devil's tango, to Bob finding them bc he was looking for his friends after being unable to sleep and thought you guys were chilling, to reader suggesting to help take Bob's mind off of the troubles with a lot of soft convincing, and then smash cut to all three of them doing it
Think of the vision (/j)= dom!Bucky at the start with reader, then sub!Bucky a whiny and pleading mess with reader and Bob (but mostly Bob bc he deserves a day off) Loll
- Boss anon :)
yep. my brain is rotted. maybe. it was a little hard to write, but i hope i captured the exact vibe :p
+18 mdni! bucky's a needy little thing for you all day, and when you finally give it to him? something goes terribly 'wrong'
cw: dom!m!reader, sub!bucky, sub!top!bob, slight voyeurism, threesome, edging, use of toys (dildo), passing out from being overwhelmed, reader comforts bob, bucky kisses bob (with your permission), double penetration, multiple orgasms
his brain could barely process the image at first. you were buried deep inside bucky, who was folded over on your bed. your hands gripped his hips tight, pulling him back onto your cock, slow, and possessive.
you, and bucky both froze as well.
bob immediately turned to leave.
“shit- sorry, i didn’t-”
“bob.” you said smoothly. “you can stay.”
bob blinked at you, caught like a deer in headlights. then he watches you fuck into bucky slowly for a solid minute, before he realises that he can’t look away.
you were slow, and steady, hips rolling deep as bucky huffs at how you weren’t ‘fucking him right’.
“i mean it, come here.” you said.
you beckon bob forward.
bucky’s still panting, flushed, but his mouth curls into something smug the second bob gets close.
“you going to pet me like a good dog?” he taunts, breathless, but cocky. “bet you’re scared to fucking touch me, hm?”
bob’s jaw flexes. instead of snapping back, he moves closer, and rests his palm on bucky’s side.
“that’s it.” you murmur. “start slow, let him feel you.”
bob trails his hand down bucky’s waist, lets it dip between bucky's legs.
bucky shivers, but never shuts up.
“scared to go lower?” he pants. “fuck- no wonder you’re still single-”
bob cuts him off.
two fingers, right into bucky’s mouth. bob slides them past bucky's lips, and down his throat.
bucky moans, deep, and takes them to the fucking knuckle without flinching.
bob blinks, his fingers were buried, and bucky’s tongue was fucking curling around them, drool slipping from the edges of his lips.
“holy shit.” bob breathes. “he didn’t gag?”
“he’s trained.” you grinned. “you just made your first move. let me teach you the next.”
you kneel beside bob, cock still buried deep in bucky.
“hand between his legs. don’t stroke yet, just feel.”
bob obeys, sliding his hand over bucky’s stomach. he brushes bucky’s cock, and bucky jerks up with a little noise. thank god bucky was facing up, bob could see everything that he was doing to bucky.
“tease him.” you say. “rub slow, up his cock, over the tip. let him think you’re going to let him cum.”
bob does as he’s told, fingers gliding over the slick tip, feather-light.
bucky pants harder, back arching, thighs trembling. his cock twitches in bob’s hand.
“pull back.” you speak.
bob hesitates, but obeys. he lifts his hand away, and bucky almost cries.
“no- no no no- f-fuck, i was right there-”
“good.” you praise bob, cutting bucky off. “do it again.”
bob’s getting bolder now. he strokes a little faster this time, thumb rubbing under the tip just right.
bucky’s hips buck into it, muscles clenching tight.
you watched bucky’s cock twitch.
“stop.”
bob pulls away just in time.
bucky lets out a broken sob, head lolling to the side now.
“you’re doing great.” you murmur to bob. “one more time. make him see stars.”
this time, bob grips the base of bucky’s cock, and strokes it slow.
bucky’s breathing stutters, his thighs shake.
bob thumbs the tip, and bucky screams, jerking hard.
“let him cum.” you say softly.
and bob does, one more stroke, and bucky’s body seizes.
bucky cums hard, legs kicking weakly.
you groaned as you felt bucky clench around you. you waited until he was calmer, then you pulled out of him, and he whimpers the second you do.
“n-no please- don’t take it out- need it-” bucky’s voice breaks.
“you need something in you to fucking function, huh?”
he nods, desperately.
you reach into the drawer beside the bed, and pull out a toy. it was thick, glossy, shaped to stretch, and much wider than your cock.
he stares at it like it’s salvation.
“you said you needed something in you right?” you ask. “you want this?”
“y-yes, yes please.” he answers, way too quickly.
you smirk, and settle in between his legs, coaxing him to bend his knees slightly. you lube the toy generously, and then you start slow. the wide flared tip pressed against his stretched hole, teasing the rim with just the slightest pressure.
bucky chokes on a moan, thighs trembling as he sinks onto it.
“easy.” you murmur, one hand firm on his hip. “you’re going to take all of it.”
he whines through his teeth, already twitching. the tip of the toy pops in with a soft, wet sound, and he gasps.
“f-fuck.. s-so big.”
“i know, you’ll love it.” you rotate the toy inside him, slow, letting him get used to the stretch. you push in an inch, then pull back, another inch, then back, over, and over again.
each time you go deeper, he arches, moaning loud, and wrecked.
“god- fuck- s-so much.” he babbles. “i feel- fuck, feel it in my stomach-”
“that’s what you wanted.” you push deeper this time, almost halfway in, and bucky screams. he flutters helplessly around the girth, and his back bows.
you turn around to see bob staring behind you.
“want to give it a try?” you murmur. “he’s all yours.”
bob nods, hands shaking as he takes the toy from you. his eyes were locked on bucky’s body, on the way bucky stretches wide around the thick silicone.
“fuck, oh my god.” bucky gasps.
bob eases it in just another inch. he draws the toy back, pushes in again.
and bucky fucking falls for bob's trick.
“f-feels.. so good..” he pants. “didn’t think you h-had it in you, bob.. s-so fucking sweet.. mmh..”
bob’s grip tightens around the toy, but bucky doesn’t notice yet.
“yeah?” bob mutters. “you like this pace?”
another slow thrust, and the toy disappears a little deeper.
then bob slams the toy forward, suddenly, and without warning, burying it to the hilt.
bucky screeches. before he could even react, bob does it again, and again, and again.
bob fucking snaps.
he fucks the toy into bucky fast, brutal, like he’s been holding back all fucking night.
“bob-! f-fuck, wa- wait-” bucky’s voice breaks. his entire body jerks, mouth hanging open in shock as he tries to breathe through it.
but bob doesn’t stop.
for the next twenty seconds, bob hammers the fucking toy into bucky. he forces it in to the hilt over, and over again. the wet obscene sounds of it fills the room, each thrust punching a sound out of bucky’s chest.
you watch the moment it happens.
the moment bucky’s eyes go unfocused, the moment he stops talking.
his mouth hung open, drool slipping from the corners. he was still clenching down hard, still trying to take more, even as his brain short-circuits under bob’s ministrations.
then bob finally stops. he’s panting, hand still gripped tight around the base of the toy. his arms shook from how hard, and fast he moved.
and bucky? he just collapses onto the sheets, legs spread wide, hole gaping. his entire body trembled with aftershocks, he’s moaning faintly, but the words don’t make sense anymore. they were just broken sounds, completely gone.
bob looks up at you, chest heaivng.
“..was that too much?”
“no.” you smile. “that was perfect.”
you check bucky over. then quietly, you shift away from him.
bob’s still sitting there like he’s in shock, wide-eyed, hands shaking.
“hey.” you pull on your sweats, and move towards him.
he doesn’t resist, just stares at you, breathing hard like he doesn’t know what to feel, like he’s still coming down from it.
you slide behind him, and pull him back into your chest, arms wrapping securely around his middle.
he tenses for a moment, but eventually relaxes, melting into your warmth. his head rests back on your shoulder, and his breathing slowly starts to even out.
“i didn’t think he’d go that quiet.” he mutters, eyes still fixed on bucky’s face. “he was running his mouth the whole time- and then he’s gone.”
“you wrecked him.” you press your lips to his temple. “you didn’t hurt him, you gave him what he needed. no one, except for me, has ever shut him up like that.”
bob lets out a breathy, disbelieving laugh.
you hum in agreement, rubbing slow circles over his chest. “you handled him, made him feel safe enough to disappear.”
he fucking shivers at that.
“let him rest. he’ll come back when he’s ready.” you sighed.
he nods against you. his hands come up to wrap around your forearms where they wrap around his chest, grounding himself in your warmth.
you both sit like that for a while.
—
it had been quiet for a long while.
you were still holding bob from behind.
he had softened in your arms. his fingers traced idle shapes over your forearm, where it’s draped across his stomach.
across from you both, bucky’s still curled up on the bed. his face was pressed into a pillow that bob had gave him earlier. his body was slack, relaxed, and wrecked in the prettiest way.
then, a small shift, a twitch of his fingers, and a groggy sound.
bucky stirs.
you and bob both still immediately.
bucky’s brows furrow, lips parting as he lets out a slow, shaky breath. his eyes blink open, barely, and his first movement is a soft, miserable wiggle of his hips.
you watched his body shudder.
“ow..” he croaks. “feels like i got hit by a truck.”
you smile, and bob snorts quietly.
you let go of bob, and crawl across the sheets towards bucky. you press your hand to his waist, soft, and steady.
“hey, handsome.”
bucky groans again, head lolling towards your voice. his hair’s stuck to his forehead, his face still flushed. his lips were swollen, his thighs twitching as he shifts again.
“how are you feeling?” you murmur, stroking his cheek.
“like i have two holes now.” he mumbles hoarsely. “fucking sore, but good. so.. fucking good.”
you chuckle, and glance at bob, who’s now sitting upright, watching bucky.
you lean down, mouth brushing bucky’s ear.
“you think you’ve got anything left in you?”
he blinks slowly.
“huh?”
you glance back at bob, and then down at bucky again.
“you think you’re ready for both of us this time?” your thumb strokes a lazy line across his collarbones. “no toys, just our cocks, one under you, one behind you. you think you can take us?”
bucky shivers violently, his body reacting on its own immediately. his hole twitches, and he lets out a tiny gasp.
“you want that, don’t you?” you whisper. “want to be stuffed, filled, held down, and take both of us?”
he moans, not loud, just a soft, trembling sound that escapes against his will.
bob shifts closer, voice quiet.
“you don’t have to if you’re done. but..” he hesitates. “but.. i would like to feel you around me.”
bucky’s eyes flutter closed for a second.
“yeah, fuck. i want that.”
you glance at bob, and nod once.
he understands immediately.
you, and bob move at once.
bob lies back, arms open, pants pulled down just enough to expose his cock.
you helped guide bucky forward. you let him gently, carefully straddling bob’s hips.
“oh fuck, we’re doing this. we’re actually-” bucky was cut off by you lining him up with bob’s cock, and sinking him down slowly. “a-ah, mm.. b-bob-”
you kneel behind bucky again, pressing kisses to his shoulder, his spine, your hands splayed possessively over his waist.
and as bucky starts to adjust, rocking faintly?
you line yourself up behind him. you let him feel it, the weight, the pressure. then slowly, you pressed in. your cock pushes past the tight clutch of his hole, already stretched wide, already clenching on bob’s cock.
“ah- oh, oh fuck. too much, fuck! c-can’t-”
his eyes flutter open again, and he looks down at bob, whose hands rested lightly on his thighs.
“please, please don’t move- it’s too m-much..”
their chests rose together, warm skin pressed to each other.
then softly, bucky turns his head towards you.
“can i.. can i kiss him?” he glances at bob, then back to you. “please? i want to- just for a second, please?”
bob goes still beneath bucky. his mouth parts, breath catching. his hands tighten slightly on bucky’s legs.
you pause.
then you nod once.
“go ahead, make it mean something.”
bob looks up at you from beneath bucky with wide, unsure eyes, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t stop it. he waits until bucky finally leans down.
and when their lips touch? bucky fucking moans into it, shaky, and full of something that was too overwhelming for him to handle. his lips part, and the kiss turns messy, open-mouthed, needy.
he cries into bob’s mouth, voice trembling, his whole body quaking around both of you. his tongue slides against bob’s, and his moan melts into a sob.
bob grips bucky’s waist instinctively. his brows furrow, breath catching, and then something shifts in him too.
because bucky doesn’t stop kissing bob, bucky was pouring everything into it, like this was the only tether keeping him from unraveling. he clings to bob, rocking gently.
and bob? he starts to whimper. he shudders into the kiss. he kisses back harder, eyes fluttering closed, lips shaking. his hips twitched upward like he was trying to rut into bucky. but there wasn’t any rhythm, they were running on raw need.
“shit.” he gasps in between kisses. “he’s- fuck, he’s so warm, so tight-”
you smile behind them, watching them collapse into each other.
bucky’s moaning again, whispering something against bob’s mouth. maybe incoherent little gasps of ‘so full’, ‘feels so good’, or ‘don’t stop, please, don’t stop’, and bob’s barely holding it together.
bob’s eyes were glassy now too. his lips chase bucky’s like he needed the contact to survive.
while bucky sobbed softly, hips twitching, hole fluttering around you, and bob.
“holy fuck-” bob groans.
you don’t move yet, not fully. just pressed deeper, slowly, inch by inch.
“be good, you want to show bob how well trained you are, don’t you?” then you pull back, just enough, and start thrusting, slow, and deep.
bucky fucking wails.
each roll of your hips shoves him forward on bob’s cock, and each tiny buck of bob’s hips underneath sends him right back into you. he’s caught in a rhythm now, sandwiched between you, and bob.
“oh fuck-” bob gasps, head tipping back. his hands grip bucky’s ass, trying to hold on, trying not to cum from the way bucky fucking milks his cock every time you bottom out.
you build the pace, just a little. the slap of skin on skin grows wetter.
bucky starts bouncing between you, and bob, mouth open against bob’s neck. he’s drooling, moaning, babbling like he can’t even form thoughts.
“so deep- so full- so much-” he’s shaking. “i’m going to- fuck, i can’t-”
you lean forward, panting into his ear.
“you wanted this bucky.”
bob lets out a helpless whine.
“he’s clenching- i can’t, i’m going to cum-”
you don’t stop. just thrust harder, faster, rutting into bucky until he’s screaming into bob’s mouth again.
bob grabs bucky’s waist, and starts thrusting up, meeting your rhythm. for a moment, you, and him were both fucking bucky, driving into him from different angles, making his body rock, until he sobs.
then bucky cums, no warning, just spasms, and cries while he milks both you, and bob’s cocks.
you don’t stop, you let him ride it out, fucking him through it. you were watching as bob bites down on a moan, and thrusts up once, twice.
then bob cums.
bucky sobs louder as he feels bob’s warmth spread inside him. his entire body sags, still trembling between you both, flushed, and soaked in sweat, and cum.
you slow down, finally. you pull bucky back against your chest, then kiss the top of his head. your cock’s still inside him, twitching, soaking in the afterglow.
bob’s chest rises and falls underneath bucky. he’s just as dazed, eyes glazed, mouth slightly open.
bucky’s trembling, still leaking, but he won’t stop squirming.
“more,” he murmurs. “want it again, please.”
you raise an eyebrow at him.
“are you sure?”
he nods frantically.
“want to suck him off while you fuck me- i want to feel both of you again, please.”
bob’s breath catches as he feels bucky lift himself off his cock.
you shift behind bucky slowly, letting him adjust. you let him crawl forward on shaky hands until his mouth was hovering over bob’s softening cock, already slick with the earlier mess.
“okay,” you murmur. “you want it so bad? i’ll give it to you.”
then you push in.
bucky’s hips jerk, back arching so sharply it looked painful. he sobs out a high-pitched moan that vibrates right against bob’s cock, and bob twitches hard immediately.
bucky tries to wrap his lips around bob’s cock, tries to suck, but fails almost instantly.
you start thrusting, slow at first, a deep grind of your hips that rock him forward, shoving bob’s cock against his tongue.
“suck him off, bucky.” you purr, hands gripping onto his waist, guiding him back onto your cock again, and again. “come on, you wanted this.”
he whines, loud. his lips wrap around bob’s cock again, cheeks hollowing like he’s trying. but every time you thrust back in, his moan ruins the seal, makes his head fall forward, makes his jaw drop.
bob groans.
“fuck, he’s trying.”
bucky clenches tight, body twitching between the both of you. he’s drooling now, face flushed, gasping around bob’s cock every time you thrust into him harder. he can’t even move his head anymore, just writhes, mouth open, taking what he can before he falls apart all over again.
you drive your cock in deep, hitting that spot over, and over again.
bucky chokes on a moan.
“too much for you to multitask?” you tease. “thought you wanted to be useful.”
bob grits his teeth, fighting the urge to thrust up.
bucky finally pulls off with a wet pop from his lips, as he collapses forward onto bob’s hip.
“i tried, i wa- wanted to, s-sorry-”
you don’t stop.
“you’re doing good.” you murmur against his back, pressing your chest to him. your thrusts rolled smoother now as you fucked him. “so pretty like this, so full, and messy.”
bob’s cock nudges against bucky’s cheek, and bucky licks at it lazily, too far gone to do more than just moan.
you thrust deep one more time, fingers digging into bucky’s hips as your cock throbs inside him.
your groan rips out of your chest as you finally spill into him, thick, and hot. the pressure breaks something open in him, and he sobs.
then bucky cums again, wrung dry, but still spasming. his entire body twitched in overstimulation as he made a high noise. his hand barely moved as he fists bob’s cock with whatever leftover strength he had.
and that’s all it takes. bob spills across his stomach, and chest with a sharp moan, eyes rolling back as his hips jerked.
the both of them collapsed.
bucky’s on top of bob, trembling, sweat-drenched, lips parted, and wet, eyes fluttering as he gasps through the aftershocks.
you were still inside him, catching your breath as you lower him down slowly, carefully.
bob’s hand was in bucky’s hair, he looked stunned, blissed out. a soft smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.
“holy s-shit.” he mumbles.
“you both did so good.” you murmur. “i’m going to go get water.” you said quietly.
you pulled your sweats back on, and padded quietly out of the room.
—
when you finally return with two cups of chamomile tea? they’re asleep.
bucky’s curled up against bob like he’s something warm, and familiar.
while bob’s got an arm around bucky.
there was so much mess, and you’ll clean it later.
for now, you set the cups down, and smiled. you sit quietly at the edge of the bed, and watched them breathe.
+18 mdni! bucky's a needy little thing for you all day, and when you finally give it to him? something goes terribly 'wrong'
cw: dom!m!reader, sub!needy!bucky, mentions of the thunderbolts*, (specific) mentions of bob, male masturbation, edging, overstimulation, multiple (prostate) orgasms, fingering, missionary, slight voyeurism at the end
word count: >4.6k
a/n: there will be a continuation to this trust 😋 hehehe also i used a tfatws line in here :p
the compound was quiet. everyone else had left yesterday for a recon trip. yelena had informed you beforehand that they wouldn’t be back until friday, which meant you had 3 days of time. that left just three of you behind: bob, who claimed he’d be dead weight, you, and bucky.
what you didn’t know, was that bucky would be an unbearable little thing today.
—
it was eerily quiet when you woke up. normally, there was at least the sound of someone pacing the halls, or making breakfast. but today? it was dead silent.
bob’s room was empty, and there was no sign of him anywhere.
you figured he went to the park, or maybe to get groceries, maybe watch a movie?
‘guess he left early.’ you thought. you walked towards the meeting room, checking the shared schedule. bob’s name wasn’t on the official roster for the mission, but you just assumed he tagged along last minute for the mission.
then you turned around, and saw a little note stuck onto the fridge.
‘getting fresh air, won’t be back soon, don’t wait up :)’
either way, bob was gone.
which meant it was just you, and bucky.
and somehow bucky already knew.
ten minutes later, he strutted into the kitchen wearing nothing but those thin, gray sleep shorts. his body was still flushed from sleep, hair a mess, chest bare.
“morning..” he yawned as he padded in.
“..where’s the rest of your clothes?”
“i’m hot.” he said, casually. the shorts clung to his thighs, riding up. “figured i’d let myself breathe a little.”
“right.” you raised a brow. “where’s bob?”
“nowhere. i think he went with the others.” bucky shrugged.
you stared at him.
“and you know what that means,” he stepped closer. “we’ve got the whole place to ourselves, no witnesses.”
“you’re not subtle.” you turned back to the coffee machine, throwing away the capsule you had just used.
then bucky came up behind you, brushing his chest against your clothed back, pretending to look at the counter.
“you know, i had a dream about you last night. woke up so hard i thought i’d cry.”
“you’ll live.”
“cruel.” he muttered, then reached past you for a spoon. his hips pressed stubbornly against you for longer than necessary.
you just sipped your coffee.
bucky leaned against the counter beside you, grinding subtly as he shifted.
“look, let me walk you through a hypothetical.” he sighed. “can i walk you through a hypothetical?”
then he took a few slow steps closer.
“if someone were, say.. shirtless, hard, and spread out on the kitchen table, and no one else was home, wouldn’t it be a crime not to fuck him?”
you sighed in disbelief. there was no fucking way he was actually trying these dumb ass strategies on you right?
..right?
“i mean, just hypothetically.” he continued. “bob’s gone, door’s closed. you could bend me over the table right now, and no one would even know, or care.”
you just stared.
bucky thinks it’s working on you, so he just keeps going.
“i could moan your name so pretty, too.” he added. “but like, quietly, like a gentleman. win win situation, eh?”
now you were in actual disbelief.
“like a.. gentleman?”
“yep. with manners, and everything.” he grinned.
you blinked.
he caved.
“okay fine, a slutty gentleman, you love that.”
you didn’t give him an answer, so he decided to switch tactics.
bucky straightened up, pacing now, waving his hands around like he was presenting his thesis.
“okay, hear me out.” he said. “if you fuck me now, i won’t bother you for the rest of the day. no whining, no humping anything, no slutty breakfast metaphors.”
“you did that yesterday.” you raised a brow.
“and it was inspired. but listen! one quick fuck, and i’ll behave. i’ll be perfect. you could even gag me if you think i’ll get mouthy again-” he paused. “but honestly? if you don’t gag me, i’m just going to keep talking until someone does something about it.”
silence. still nothing from you. you just sipped from your mug as you walked towards the dining table to sit.
bucky followed, obviously. and then, without warning, he dropped to his knees, right in front of you. his palms were braced on your thighs, head tilted up, eyes wide, and pathetic.
“oh how convenient!” he exclaimed. “look, i’m already in position, you don’t even have to move. just pull your cock out, and i’ll take care of the rest.”
you just stared down at him.
“you’re unbelievable.”
“i’m desperate.” he corrected, fingers toying with your waistband. “i ache, i woke up hard. i thought about humping your pillow. i still might.”
“go ahead, i’ll film it.”
bucky gasps like you just bitch-slapped him.
“you’re sick.”
then you thought this was a perfect escape route. as soon as you were about to move to step around him, he slumps over your legs.
“if i don’t get fucked today, it’s your fault when i spiral into emotional instability, and make it everyone’s fucking problem.”
you tried to shove him off, but he clung tighter.
“i’ll start getting needy, brattier. you’ll regret it.” he taunted, but there was no bite behind his tone.
“i already do.”
“you’ll miss the old me, the sweet me.”
you snorted.
“there’s a sweet version of you?”
“there was.” he corrected. “he died. you killed him with your cruel denial, and your perfect thighs, and your refusal to bend me over like i deserve.”
you sighed.
“just use me, be mean.” he whispered. “i can take it.”
no reply.
“i’m going to lose it.” he mumbled. “i’m going to spiral. you’ll find me humping your pillow, and sobbing.”
you try to shove him off again, but he didn’t budge.
“i’m serious.” he muttered against your thigh. “i’ll make this everyone’s problem.”
“you are everyone’s problem when you act like this.”
suddenly bucky froze, like something had clicked. when he looked up again, something changed.
that smirk he had? gone.
now he just looked soft, a little lost. his eyes were wide, lashes fluttering, knees still planted on the floor as he shifted to press his cheek up against your thigh.
then he had the audacity to fucking sniff, once.
“what if i’m just a dumb, needy thing who doesn’t understand what the word ‘no’ meant?”
“are you kidding me right now?”
“are you going to punish me for that, or fuck it out of me?” he nuzzled against you again, nose brushing your stomach through your shirt.
“i tried being good, i tried being bad. i tried asking sweet, i tried begging rude, and nothing’s fucking working.”
you just stared.
“so now, i’m just going to stay right here, until you decide what to do with me.”
you stayed silent, letting him spiral.
bucky clutched a little tighter at your thighs, head
“you’re not going to make me wait, you wouldn’t. that’s cruel- that’s- you don’t even like being mean to me..”
“don’t i?” you raised a brow.
“okay.. maybe a little. but not like this. you’d rather have me cockdrunk than crying, right? please say yes.”
you didn’t respond.
so he started rubbing against your lap, just barely, like he didn’t mean to.
“i’ll cry,” he warned quietly. “i’ll do it. you think i won’t, but i fucking will!” he exclaimed.
and when you looked down at bucky, he was actually tearing up, eyes glassy with tears.
still nothing. so he doubled down.
“i’m not even thinking straight anymore, i can’t. i’ve been hard since the moment i woke up. you could unzip me right now, and i’d start leaking like some pathetic mutt.”
you shifted slightly, and he fucking whined.
“just- please. please use me, however you want, i don’t care. i don’t need preparation, i don’t need a bed, i don’t need anything except you inside me.” he looked like he was actually about to start crying.
“is that so?” you raised an eyebrow at him.
bucky nodded way too quickly at that.
“just something, anything. your knee, your fingers, your fucking voice. just tell me i’m good, i’ll cum untouched i swear. i’ll whimper for you too, make it worth your time, you love it when i whimper.”
then finally, you spoke.
“midnight.”
he froze, blinked twice, and went limp in your lap like a dog that just got told ‘no’ for chewing up a shoe. then he groaned into your waistband, humiliated.
“you’re evil. i’m going to hump your pillow, and cry about this later, it’s all going to be your fault.”
—
it was the afternoon.
you had finally convinced bucky to shut the fuck up, and lie down for a nap after his morning breakdown, and to your surprise, he actually behaved. well, sort of.
he was curled up against your side on the couch now, his head tucked under your chin, one arm thrown across your waist, one leg hooked over yours like he was claiming you in your sleep. his breathing was slow, even, and heavy. for once, he wasn’t faking. he was actually quiet.
and you had let yourself drift too, eyes closed. your fingertips stroked the back of his neck as he dozed. it was almost peaceful, until it wasn’t.
at first you felt a faint twitch against your thigh. then a shift, a roll of his hips, slow, lazy.
you thought nothing of it, until it happened again, and again. the movement was unmistakable, he was fucking grinding on your thigh.
you opened your eyes, but bucky was still breathing slow, he was still asleep. but now his hips were rocking lazily against your leg, cock hard in his shorts as he rutted against you like a mutt.
a little whimper left him then.
“mmh..”
he shifted his grip on you, hand sliding lower like he was trying to pull you closer to grind harder, like his body knew exactly what it wanted.
you stared at the ceiling, then dead-panned.
“bucky.”
no response, just another soft, sleepy hump.
so you grabbed the back of his neck, and squeezed just enough to jolt him.
bucky froze mid-grind. slowly, he lifted his head.
“..what?”
“you humping me in your sleep now?”
he blinked again, then flushed a bright red.
“i-i wasn’t-”
you shifted your thigh, and he gasped when the movement pressed against his cock.
“..okay. maybe it was my body doing its thing.”
you stared at him.
bucky groaned, and buried his face in your chest.
“it’s not my fault! you’re so warm, and so soft, and my body misses you, okay?”
you snorted.
“you’re already on me.”
“not in the way that i want.”
“you’re disgusting.” you smacked the back of his head lightly.
“you love me.”
you rolled your eyes at him.
“go hump the couch.” you gave him a gentle shove, but you didn’t expect him to fucking slide off the couch. “whoops.”
bucky yelped as he slid off the couch, and onto the floor.
“rude..”
you stood, and stretched.
“midnight, bucky.”
“but- but i’ll die before then!”
“that’s your problem.” you shrugged.
“i hope bob walks in on us, you’ll feel bad.”
you chuckled.
bucky rolled dramatically onto his back with a groan.
“okay, but do you see what i’m dealing with?” he whined, sitting up halfway, and gesturing at his still-hard cock tenting his shorts. “i’m so far gone i’m grinding in my fucking sleep. that’s not even a conscious decision anymore, it’s just my body screaming for help!”
you raised an eyebrow.
“you think i’m being dramatic? i literally tried to fuck your thigh while asleep. you woke me up, and i was already halfway there. that’s like, scientific proof i need this.”
“so what, your cock has its own agenda now?” you joked.
“yes! oh my god, it’s fucking possessed! i’m not even in charge anymore!”
you gave him a long look.
“this is what you’re going with?”
“yes. i’ve moved past bargaining, and now i’m moving into the neurological crisis stage.”
“uh huh..” you nodded.
“you wouldn’t ignore someone who just so happened to sleepwalk into traffic right? you’d stop them, help them, save their life?” he added, hands gesturing wildly. “this is literally the same thing.”
you just tilted your head.
“okay it’s not the same thing, but it feels just as urgent!”
you rolled your eyes, and stood up.
“you’re really leaving me like this?”
“yep.”
—
now it was night. exactly forty minutes before you planned to fuck bucky, his plan was to put on a fucking show.
you even smirked when he groaned, slumped against your chest like you had personally wronged him.
but he wasn’t a patient man, not when he was touch-starved, cock-hungry, denied for hours, and now twitchy from every second of friction he wasn’t getting. so he slipped away into your room, pulled off his shirt, and collapsed backwards on your bed with a sigh.
then, his stupid little performance began.
he spread his legs open, made a point of dragging his hand down the front of his sweatpants, then he started moaning loudly, obnoxiously.
at first, they were fake, just exaggerated enough that you’d have to know he was putting on a show.
“fuck.. oh god- mmh, yeah..” he let his hand ghost over the bulge in his sweats, and bucked up into it with a noise that sounded way too theatrical.
then bucky groaned, twisting his hips like he was being pounded, loud, messy, and shamefully obvious.
“ugh.. come on, please, need it, just- fuck.. fuck me already.” he was humping the air now, sweats clinging to his cock. “mmfh.. going to make such a mess- please-”
he hoped you’d barge in, snap, and manhandle him for being such a fucking tease.
but you didn’t, which meant that he had to keep going.
he dragged the sweats down to his thighs, and curled a hand around his cock. it was already flushed red, leaking, and twitching. his breath caught the second he touched himself properly. he was so hard that the friction stung.
so he kept stroking, louder this time.
“ah- ah fuck, yeah- harder.. deeper- shit, fuck- fuck fuck, please-” he gasped, biting his lip. he bucked up into his own palm like your hand was on him. he rolled his hips fast, and shamelessly. “you should see me, bet you’d be so- fuck, so fucking proud. leaking every-fucking-where for you, shit-”
he thought he was in control, right until his back arched, and his hips stuttered.
“wait- wait, no- no no no-” he clamped his hand over his mouth to muffle the panicked gasp. his heart was hammering, and then he tipped right over the edge, way too fucking quickly.
bucky’s voice caught in his throat with a choked, desperate sob as he came. his thighs tensed, cock spurting across his stomach in thick ropes.
“..oh my god.” his whole body flushed hot with panic. he looked down, and his abs were fucking painted with it.
you hadn’t even touched him yet, he was putting on a show, and accidentally came for real.
he grabbed tissues from your nightstand with trembling hands, wiping himself off in frantic little swipes. his heart pounded, his face burned. his cock was softening fast when it wasn’t supposed to.
you told him to wait til midnight, but it was only 11:30.
“shit.” he muttered, shoving the blanket over the mess. then he rubbed at his cock again, roughly this time, trying to will himself to get hard again. “come on, f-fuck.. please..”
but bucky was way too sensitive, his skin was still flushed from how hard he’d came. every single stroke made him flinch. he clenched his jaw, tried changing angles, pressure, rhythm, but still nothing.
“fuck fuck fuck, i wasn’t even trying, it wasn’t even- god, he’s going to know.” he mumbled to himself. “oh god. he’s going to know. he’s not going to fuck me.”
he gave a few more strokes, desperate, ragged, grinding up into his palm, and chasing arousal that wasn’t even there. his body throbbed with overstimulation, but his mind was screaming for him to fix it.
then, there was a creak at the door.
his head snapped towards it, and you stood there calmly.
he goes stiff, like a deer in headlights.
“..hey.”
“hey?” you raised an eyebrow.
“nothing happened.” he paused. “i was just.. practicing. for midnight, of course.”
you don’t respond.
“okay, i might’ve cum a little bit, but not on purpose! it was a tactical error. i was being annoying on purpose, and my body fucking betrayed me!”
you keep staring.
“but look-” he signals to his cock. “see? i’m fine. we can pretend it didn’t happen, i’ll do better, just please don’t be mad.”
you step closer.
“..it wasn’t even that much.” he adds weakly.
then bucky fucking whimpers.
“i-i’ll make up for it, i’ll cum however many times you want. just.. pretend you didn’t see-”
“on your back.”
“wait, you’re serious?”
“you wanted it so bad didn’t you? now you’re going to take everything i give you, and you’re not going to stop cumming until i say.”
“but- fuck, i just-”
“you should’ve fucking waited.”
bucky didn’t even get the fucking time to clean up.
you grabbed his wrists, pushed him down against the mattress, and climbed over him without a word.
“wait- fuck, i didn’t mean-” he panted.
you just reached over to the drawer, and clicked open the lube.
his eyes followed your hand.
“wait. wait, i-i just came, i can’t-”
unfortunately for him, your fingers were already slick. you reached down, and dragged two slow, deliberate strokes over his hole. you smeared the lube messily over the sensitive skin while his hips twitched, the wet sound making him choke on his next breath.
you didn’t say anything, just pushed a finger in slowly, smoothly, to the knuckle.
bucky’s mouth fell open in a helpless cry. his thighs trembled as you curled it inside him. his body arched, already too sensitive.
then you added a second.
“nnh- wait, please-” he gasped, writhing under your palm.
you held him in place with one hand splayed over his stomach, fingers working deep, and slow, curling them just right, dragging over his prostate with maddening precision.
“wait?” you asked softly. “you didn’t wait for me though, did you?”
he sobbed as his cock twitched against his belly, already starting to swell again.
you stretched him open with steady pressure, long glides, gentle pulses of your fingers rubbing him open again, and again. it wasn’t rushed, wasn’t fucking, just slow merciless play.
he couldn’t handle it.
within minutes, bucky was crying.
it wasn’t loud, just thin, wet whimpers as your fingers scissored, twisted, and curled, constantly brushing against that aching spot inside him. you edged him once, pulling away just before he could tip over.
he screamed into the sheets.
then you did it again, slower this time. you had three fingers in him now, opening him wide. your fingers were soaked now, while his thighs were slick with lube, and precum. you edged him a second time.
his body writhed violently under you, trying to grind down, chase it, but you pinned him flat.
then on the third edge? he came, hard, loud, splattering his own stomach with another ruined orgasm.
“fuck- f-fuck, i can’t- i didn’t mean to-”
you didn’t stop, not even for a second.
bucky barely had time to breathe before you pushed back in, driving two fingers back deep. he was so sensitive now he shook. every drag of your fingers over his prostate made him twitch like he had been shocked. he started begging in broken, garbled gasps.
but you didn’t let up.
by the third orgasm, he was gone.
his body seized under you as his cock twitched, and pulsed. a strangled sound tore out of his throat, but there wasn’t any words, just a breathless, silent keen as his back arched, and his legs kicked out. he had nearly blacked out.
“too much- it’s too much- wait, wait wait-”
you didn’t wait, just grabbed him by the hips, and pulled him flush against you. your fingers were deeper now, curling hard as his body jerked. his head lolled back, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, mouth open in dazed, broken moans.
then you edged him again, and again.
bucky didn’t even know which number he was on anymore, his entire body was reduced to a twitching, raw nerve.
then the fourth hit, and it fucking shattered him.
he came again, there was nothing left in him anymore. he was just clenching, gasping, convulsing, tears spilling as he sobbed through it.
“s-sorry- so sorry, i won’t cum early again- please-” his voice cracked. “i’ll be good- i swear, please, i just- please.”
you pulled him closer, and the slowed down.
but you didn’t stop until his cock was soft, until his hole fluttered around your fingers, until his entire body gave out, slumped against the mattress with glassy eyes, and tear-streaked cheeks.
“midnight.” you glanced at the clock. “right on time, bucky.”
at this point he couldn’t even respond, so you had to let him rest, and recharge.
—
exactly forty-five minutes later, on the dot, bucky started twitching.
you’re lying beside him, calm, and content, scrolling idly through your phone while he laid sprawled out naked next to you. his thighs were still twitching from the last hour, hair messy, lips parted in a dazed little pout.
he hadn’t really moved much since the fourth orgasm wrung him out. his eyes had gone unfocused, he was limp, obedient, and perfectly ruined, until now.
first it’s subtle, his thighs rub together.
then his hips roll, just once, slow, and cautious, like he’s testing if you’ll notice.
you do, and so does he.
because his cock was starting to swell again against his stomach, already flushed red, and sticky. another drop of pre-cum had formed at the tip, and rolled down.
you didn’t say anything yet, just watched.
bucky whines under his breath.
you could hear him try to smother it, but with the way his brows furrow, the way his knees bend like he wants to spread his legs open again, it was fucking obvious.
you smirk.
“seriously?” your murmur, amused, not even looking up from your phone. “didn’t i quite literally empty you earlier?”
“i don’t know..” he whispers hoarsely. “guess i just.. refilled?”
you glanced down, and his cock twitches again, harder this time.
when you dragged your eyes back up to his face, he’s trying to look innocent, but his thighs were shifting restlessly, already trying to draw your attention. his breathing picked up, every nerve in him is already tuned to you.
“forty-five minutes,” you said. “that really all you needed?”
bucky nods quickly.
“some people would take that many orgasms as a challenge, but i’m different.” he slides the blanket down, just enough to reveal his flushed, half-hard cock. “i’m not some people.”
you blinked slowly at him.
“but you literally sobbed into the pillow forty-five minutes ago..?”
“uh huh.” he hums. “and now i’m hard again, that’s called resilience.”
you raised an eyebrow.
“resilience, huh.” you echoed.
bucky turned his head towards you, grinning, cheeks still flushed pink.
“oh, you think being a super soldier makes you immune to recovery time?” you snort.
“it does when i’m trying to get fucked.” he bites his lip, and lets out a soft whimper, rolling onto his back, and spreading his legs wide. “come on, i’m ready, i’m pretty, i’m down bad for it. ruin me again.”
you eye him for a moment, then lean over him slowly, mouth brushing against his jaw.
“you sure? because the last time i got my hands on you, you came so hard i thought you were going to pass out.”
“i did.” he replies proudly. “and i’ll do it again.”
your hand then slides down bucky’s chest, teasing lower, and his breath catches.
“you’re such a brat.”
“and you,” he grins, arching into your hand “are fucking obsessed with me.”
“unfortunately for you,” your fingers wrap around his cock, and he gasps. “you’re so right.”
you didn’t go slow, just wrapped your fingers around his cock, and jerked him with quick, practiced strokes. its purpose wasn’t to get him off, but just to wake him back up.
“f-fuck- yeah, like that.” he panted, hips twitching into your hand. “just get me hard again, please, please- need your cock so bad-”
then you pushed him down, one hand on his chest.
bucky gasped when he finally felt your cock lining up, thighs curling around your waist. you leaned forward to let his hands claw at your back as you pushed in slowly, sinking into him one inch at a time.
“oh my god,” he whimpered. “oh, finally- fuck, you feel so good- so fucking deep-”
his voice cracked into a high, and desperate moan.
you settled fully inside him, hips flush against his ass, letting him feel the stretch, the fullness of your cock pressed right up against that sweet spot inside him.
he squirmed underneath you, needy, whining.
“finally,” he gasped. “took you long enough- fuck, been begging for this cock for hours-”
you rolled your hips slow in hopes to shut him up.
“fuck, you’re so thick, so good-” then he shifted. his voice dipped, tone a little smug. “but you’re not fucking me right.”
“..excuse me?” you stilled.
bucky grinned, teeth biting into his bottom lip. he thinks he has you right where he wants you.
“i said what i said,” he breathed, hips rocking up to meet yours. “you fuck me like i’m made of glass. what? afraid i’ll break?”
you narrowed your eyes at him, pulling out slow, then snapped your hips forward hard enough to make him yelp.
“hnngh- okay, okay-” he gasped, entire body going numb at the straight punch to his prostate.
you leaned down, and grabbed his jaw.
“you really want to taunt me while i’m balls-deep inside you?”
“..kinda hot when you get mad.” he whispered, smiling through a moan.
you stayed deep, hips pressed flush to his, and you don’t pick up the pace.
instead, you roll your hips slow. deep dragging thrusts that grind into his prostate, and press the weight of your cock against every fucking nerve ending inside him without ever giving him what he wants.
bucky groaned, fists bunching the sheets.
“fuck, come on.” he pants. “you call this fucking?”
you just smile.
“thought you wanted my cock?”
“i do!” he snaps, voice pitching higher when you pulled out just enough to make him clench around nothing before sliding back in, slower this time. “but you’re treating me like i’m fragile, like you don’t think i can take it.”
“i know you can take it.” you murmur. “that’s why i’m dragging it out.”
he growls, frustrated, and needy.
“fucking hell, i could make myself cum faster than whatever this is.”
you hum, clearly amused.
“you’re the worst.” he huffs.
you push in deep again, grind your hips slow, just to hear him gasp through clenched teeth.
“not fucking me right.” he mutters again, pouting through his moans. “should’ve just stayed on your fingers, at least they made me cum.”
“oh really-”
—
down the hallway, bob stared at the ceiling. sleep wasn’t happening, not tonight. he had just gotten home, he lost track of time at the library.
eventually he decided to go looking for you, and bucky, maybe you guys were playing cards, or watching a movie, something to kill the time.
he padded down the hallway barefooted, yawning, then turned the handle to your room without knocking.
I had an idea where reader and Bucky hate eachother and some how they end up fucking and Bucky becomes the meanst dom top with a big dick that the reader can barely take. Also can Bucky be extra mean and tease the reader with a bunch of mean comments that sorta turn on the reader?
i hope that this isnt too much for you and btw if you dont like the idea you dont have to write it at all 😭
-L anon
holy fucking shit YES
unfortunately its more bucky focused in the end BUT i hope u like it :)
+18 mdni! bucky has the most effective way to shut you the fuck up.
blood-smeared knuckles, bruised cheekbones, and split lips.
but still, neither of you had backed down.
every interaction between you, and bucky was like a cat fight. mission debriefs turned into debates, sparring sessions turned into warzones.
the both of you were under each others’ skins in a way that no one could ever comprehend.
and today? you pushed it way too far.
it started like any other sparring match, way too violent, and too personal.
“that all you got?” you sneered as you ducked another blow, sweat running down your back. “no wonder you needed me to save your ass the last mission.”
your lungs were burning, fists aching, but you weren’t backing down, not to him.
“you’re slow, james.” you panted, still grinning as if you didn’t have three bruised ribs. “getting old? or just distracted?”
his jaw clenched, and you could practically hear his molars grinding.
“what? you’ll cry? or are you finally going to admit you can’t beat me without cheating?”
that did it.
bucky lunged at you.
you blocked the first hit, ducked under his arm, and sneaked a punch to his ribs, but he was relentless. before you knew it, you hit the mat hard, grappled with him, twisting your hips, and shoving your shoulder into his chest in an attempt to throw him off of you.
but he slammed you back down with a snarl, thighs bracketing yours, metal hand pressed against your shoulder.
“i am going to cheat.” he panted. “you’re going to make me.”
you squirmed under him, breath hitching when you felt the hard ridge of his cock grinding up against you through your shorts. your tongue darted out to lick your busted lip, before you continued.
“what are you going to do about it? going to play dirty, and fuck the attitude out of me?” you scoffed. “that’s the best you’ve got?”
you didn’t mean it, you didn’t think he’d actually do it.
but then he shoved your legs apart, snarling at you.
“yeah. maybe that’ll finally shut you the fuck up.”
you bucked, groaning.
“don’t you dare-”
but bucky already had your other wrist pinned.
your body arched wildly beneath him, thrashing, twisting, every muscle tight as you fought to throw him off.
“let me go, you asshole-”
“i like when you struggle.” he huffed, using the full weight of his body to force you down. “makes fucking you feel even better.”
“fuck you-”
he shifted down suddenly, dragging your shorts down mid-movement, just fast enough to burn your skin.
you tried to kick at him, but he was too strong, and now your legs were bare, thighs spread wide, cock exposed to the cool air, and his hungry stare.
“aw, look.” he cooed. “already hard. you talk so much shit for someone leaking over absolutely nothing.”
you were. you hated it. you wanted to tear his fucking throat out.
“you’re fucking disgusting.” you spat.
“says the one begging with his body.”
“i’m not begging-”
you were cut off by him carrying you to the side of the gym. then he shoved you in front of the mirror, making you face yourself, palms flat against the mirror.
“you want to act like a bitch, then i’m going to treat you like one.” he growled from behind, kicking your legs apart. “let’s see how much fight you’ve got in you.”
you kicked back once, a clumsy, angry move that barely connected. but it earned you a harsh slap across your ass.
“still so mouthy,” he mutters. “you’re going to learn, even if i have to fuck the lesson into you.”
“don’t touch me.” you hissed, but your voice wavers.
you whipped your head to glare at him, about to spit something venomous, but then he spat into his hand, and you could feel him reach in between your legs.
“yeah? then why are you whining?”
“i’m not-”
two fingers pressed in, and you choke, knees buckling slightly.
“f-fuck!?”
bucky chuckles.
“oh, you hate it, huh? say it again. come on, i want to hear you say how much you hate it while you squeeze my fingers like that.”
your forehead dropped to the mirror while his fingers moved in slow, deliberate pumps, curling just enough to make your whole body jerk.
you blinked up at the mirror, and there you were.
absolutely fucking ruined.
your face was flushed, jaw slack, eyes glazed over. your hips twitched forward, involuntarily rocking back onto his hand as his fingers twisted, and thrusted deeper.
“you’re pathetic.” he growls, lips brushing the shell of your ear now. “you fight me with your mouth, but your body’s telling me everything i need to know.”
“i fucking hate you-”
“you’re whining.” he hisses, twisting his fingers just right, and your body jerks.
“i’m- i don’t whine-”
“you’re dripping on my hand, genius.”
you choke on your next breath.
bucky was right.
slick coated his fingers, your thighs sticky, your hole clenched around the stretch he’s forcing in. you arched your back without meaning to.
“you look so pretty like this,” he coos. “all that bite, all that fire, gone the second i touch you right.”
“i don’t- i don’t want this.” you pant, but your hips were moving, chasing, grinding down on his hand like you’re desperate.
“sure, i’ll stop then.” he smirks, almost slipping his fingers out, and your body tenses immediately.
“no-”
he stills, letting the silence sit heavy between you two, lets you realise what you just did.
“oh.” he whispers. “there it is. you don’t want it, huh? then why’d you beg just now?”
your hands balled into fists against the glass, and you shook your head. you can’t say it, you won’t.
“you’re already crying.” he murmurs, voice almost gentle now. “and i haven’t even fucked you yet.”
bucky spreads his fingers a little, and stretches you wider before pulling away.
“i’m going to fuck you in front of this mirror.” he says. “and you’re going to see how you look like when i’m done with you.”
you tried to twist your head, but he grabs your jaw, and forces your face forward.
“no. you watch this. you watch what you look like taking my cock.”
you shiver.
then the tip pressed against your hole, and you twitch like he fucking electrocuted you.
“oh my- fuck-”
“oh poor thing, that’s just the tip.” he laughs.
bucky doesn’t even push in more, just rocks it, slow, and grinding, like he’s savouring every tiny reaction you give him.
“look at you, fucking dripping just from this? goddamn.”
you don’t answer, you can’t. you’re too busy biting your lip to stop a whimper from breaking loose.
“i haven’t even given you the rest yet, and you’re already drooling down your thighs.” he sighs in mock disappointment. “thought you were tougher than this. what happened to all that bark, huh?”
your breath stutters in your throat, but he wasn’t done yet.
“you should be thanking me.” he hisses. “anyone else would’ve given up by now, but i’m patient. i’ll keep working this sweet hole open. it’ll fit, even if it takes all damn day.”
then he pressed again.
you choked, palms slamming against the glass, forehead dropping, body locking up around the stretch. the tip finally pops past that tight resistance, and you sob., legs trembling under the pressure of it.
“it’s- ngh.. it’s too much-”
bucky leaned over your back.
“no it’s not, you can take it. you’re brave, yeah?” he purrs.
you whimper.
he’s forcing praise in now.
and somehow it burns more than the degradation.
“look at you.” he rocks forward again. “you’re doing so good, taking cock that no one else could handle. no one else could ever satisfy you anymore.”
you sobbed out a strangled moan. you wanted to deny it, say no, say it’s still too much, but you’re taking it. inch by fucking inch.
and when he finally bottoms out, when your body gives up, and takes every last inch?
bucky held you there, chest pressed to your back. his hands gripped your waist like he had won a fucking trophy.
“fuck, look at you.” he pants, kissing the side of your neck. “took every inch of this cock. knew you could do it, knew you were strong.”
you twitched around him. your eyes were glassy, lips bitten raw.
“going to fuck you now.” he whispers. “real slow, real deep. you’ve earned it.”
and he did.
slow at first, grinding, letting you feel the full weight of him with every stroke, but it’s not long before that patience snaps.
you were still clenching like he might disappear, still gasping every time he pulls out an inch.
so bucky fucked you harder. he doesn’t press you against the mirror though.
he pulls your hips back, keeping your spine arched, knees spread, thighs shaking as his cock stays buried to the hilt inside you. one strong hand locked around your waist, and the other slid up, not to hold you steady, but to fist your hair, and yank your face up.
“look.”
you tried to glance away, but his grip just tightens.
“i said look. you wanted to act tough? then watch how pathetic you are right now.”
your eyes meet the mirror, and it was fucking devastating.
you were red-faced, and tear-streaked while your chest heaved with each desperate gasp. but worst of all, was you stretched wide around him, obscenely so.
bucky was thick, too thick, and watching yourself being fucked by him was nothing short of degrading. you could see the way your hole gripped him every time he pulls back, how your body chases after him when he thrusts shallowly.
and he was only getting started.
“see that? see how fucking tight you are?” he drags his cock out slow, letting you squeeze him inch by inch.
then he slammed back in.
you jerked forward with a loud cry, but he yanks you right back again, your hair tight in his fist.
“stay still, and fucking watch it.”
you tried, you really did. but your entire body was twitching, every muscle working just to stay upright. but he was fucking you deep, filthy wet sounds filling the air every time his hips meet yours. it was loud, and shameful.
“look at that. sucking me in like you were made for it. that sound? that’s all you, that’s how fucking wet you are for me.”
“james- ah, fuck, f-fuck-” you moaned, your voice breaking with each thrust he gave you. it was too much, you’re too full, you feel split, like you were never meant to take something this big, but you did, somehow.
and the worst part was that you were starting to like the way it hurts.
“are you hearing yourself right now?” he growls. “crying, shaking, losing your fucking mind. you said you hated, so why’s your slutty little hole clenching around me like this, huh?”
you can’t answer, all you did was sob, open-mouthed, and cockdrunk.
“i should record a video of this, so you can see how disgusting you look, how perfect you are like this, on my cock.”
and then, bucky slows just for a second. just long enough for him to grind in deep, balls pressed against your ass.
you could feel every twitch of his cock inside you, and it makes your whole body spasm.
“doing so good, taking me like a fucking champ. didn’t think you could, but look at you now, so brave for taking cock so big.”
you whimper.
“ready for more?”
you try to keep your focus, but it was fucking impossible. you’re crying again, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks.
and bucky was so mean now.
you try to nod, but he was already fucking into you again, harder this time, faster. your reflection blurs behind a wave of tears, your mouth open in a helpless cry as his cock punches into you over, and over.
there wasn’t any tenderness anymore, just the slap of his hips against yours, punishing pace, and low, breathless snarls in your ear.
“fucking knew you were like this.” he pants. “all mouth, until someone gets their cock wet in you, hm?”
you sob. you were close, so fucking close.
but he wasn’t touching your cock, he hasn’t even looked at it.
“you want to cum, don’t you? you’re shaking so pretty for me, i can feel you clenching.”
you can’t answer, your hands were braced against the mirror, only because your body was collapsing, rocking forward with each brutal thrust.
“you don’t even need me to touch you.” he whispers. “you’re going to cum just from getting fucked, huh? just from me ruining this sweet hole?”
bucky was so fucking right.
your cock twitched, and then you’re gone. you came with a broken sob, muscles locking up as your entire body went rigid. you came all over the floor, your cock pulsing hard while your hole milks him.
but still, he doesn’t stop.
“good boy.” he breathes. “look at you, you like that?”
you were still gasping when he pulled you up with one hand on your waist, the other curling around your cock.
“no- james, wait- fuck, i just-”
“i know.” he murmurs. “that’s why i’m doing it again.”
now he wrapped an arm around you, anchoring your back to his chest, rocking into you slow now, grinding into your sore hole while his hand started to stroke your cock.
“feel that? how your cock’s still leaking, even now? you think that’s normal?”
and you fucking screamed.
it wasn’t loud, nor defiant, just a high, desperate noise, because it’s too much. you were already so full, so sensitive, and his rough palm gliding against your cock, forcing your body to feel everything, wasn’t doing you any favours.
“see that?” he pants. “you can cum again, even when you think you can’t, even when it fucking hurts.”
bucky jerked you off slow, and steady, fucking you deep, while you writhed in his hold.
you can’t stop it, your body was shaking, your cock hardening again while your hole sucked him in, helpless, and hungry.
he knew what he was doing to you, and he fucking loves it.
“you’re perfect.” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “all fucked out, and still so needy. you’ll take everything i give you, won’t you?”
you cry, and moan, then you cum.
your entire body clenched around him as you came again, thick, and messy all over his hand, your own thighs, the floor. it’s too much, way too much, but it felt so fucking good.
bucky fucks you right through it. he doesn’t stop, not until your back arches, and your breath hiccups. he’s kissing your throat, your shoulder, all while still grinding his cock inside you like he’s trying to imprint the shape of himself in your hole.
he should’ve finished fifteen minutes ago, but he was nothing, if not disciplined.
he had been edging himself mercilessly, every hard thrust into your used hole followed by a shallow grind of his hips, dragging your body along like you were nothing but weight for him to lift.
you were leaking, sobbing, gasping, but he still hadn’t let himself break. he wanted to feel you.
his eyes stayed locked on the mirror, where he could see his cock disappearing into you again, and again with wet, obscene sounds.
you trembled beneath him, your thighs spread helplessly.
he groaned through his teeth.
“fucking look at yourself.” he rasped. “look how- fuck, look how good you look like this.”
you whined, you didn’t have the strength to lift your head anymore.
so he did it for you. he fisted a hand in your hair, and yanked your face up towards the mirror once more.
“there, that’s it.” he hissed. “look at me while i cum in you.”
your entire body locked up at the words, and you sucked in a breath.
bucky though? he fucking lost it.
his rhythm stuttered while his hips slammed into you harder, faster, sloppier. the practiced control shattered, replaced by brutal need.
you gasped, crying out again as the stretch grew overwhelming, his cock dragging against every fucking nerve inside you with dizzying force.
“fuck- fuck fuck-” his voice cracked as he cursed over, and over again.
he didn’t care when the orgasm hit him. he was too focused on fucking you through the drag of his hips, too obsessed with your broken, gasping moans and the raw heat of your hole around him, too far gone to register the telltale tingle in his spine or the swell in his balls until he was already cumming.
“look at that- fuck, look what you do to me.”
he gasped, one hand clamped around your hip while the other fisted your hair to hold your head still, forcing you to look into the mirror.
but he didn’t stop. the pleasure lingered just beneath his skin, a tremble that buzzed up his spine. his cock was still twitching inside you.
you were still clenching around him, sobbing against the mirror.
bucky groaned low in his throat, and dragged his hips back slowly. it was just a few inches, just enough to make the tip of his cock tug at your rim, threatening to leave. and when he slid back in again, so slow, and deep, his entire body shuddered.
fuck.
he didn’t mean to keep going, or maybe he did. he wasn’t sure anymore. you were so hot around him, so warm, squeezing him like your hole needed him, and he needed that squeeze just as much.
“just- a little more.” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. “fuck, you feel- s-so good. i just need- i want to feel it a little longer.”
your body fluttered around him as he moved, trembling like you couldn’t take it, and his cock ached.
that deep throb turned sharp, and his hips started moving again.
slap. slap. slap.
the wet sounds of your bodies meeting echoed under your wrecked sobs, and his slowly growing whines.
bucky held you tighter, his arm banded around your waist like he was scared you’d disappear, and every rut of his hips had desperation bleeding into it.
then the pressure hit again. it wasn’t an orgasm, it was something else, something raw. his cock pulsed, sensitive to the way you tried to squirm forward, and his hips dragged you right back.
“nngh.. shit.” his forehead fell to your back again. “fuck, it’s- too much, feels.. so good..”
he was panting, moaning with every thrust now. he couldn’t hear you anymore. he was grinding into you now, deep, slow thrusts that had his balls tightening again, overstimulation sharp and bright down his spine. his cock throbbed painfully every time your hole spasmed, but he couldn’t stop. his muscles locked up and still, he pushed deeper.
he gasped, full-body shaking now.
“fuck- fuck, i can’t. please- mmh, so good.”
another pulse ripped through him, and his legs twitched. he let out a shattered moan and buried himself deep, his hands pawed at your waist, trying to ground himself as you milked the last of his orgasm from him, hot, painful pleasure that had him blinking through tears, dizzy with it.
then finally, he decided to pull out.
you were already gone by then.
“..fuck, i think- think i broke something in myself.” he spoke, trembling with the effort of not thrusting again.
thunderbolts* bucky having a meeting time with his other teammates but reader sends him a lot of freaky pictures of himself for bucky
i love when you fuck punched-out moans out of someone. god its so hot so i put that in this fic. yeah its nasty. i wanted to post this yesterday but i totalled my phone 💔 still i hope u guys enjoyy
+18 mdni! bucky's been a brat so you decide to test him, sorta.
cw: dom!m!thunderbolt*!reader, sub!bratty!thunderbolt*!bucky, porn with a little plot (?), reader sends explicit photos, bucky has a degradation, and praise kink, masturbation, overstimulation, use of toys (fleshlight), thunderbolts* are involved, use of 'slut', and 'sergeant', dumbification, fingering
valentina was talking, while everyone watched some drone footage, the strategy map lighting up in blue.
but bucky couldn’t focus. not even a little.
he’s got a raging hard-on in his tactical pants, sweat beading behind his ears, and your name caught like a prayer under his tongue.
you’ve been tormenting him from across the table all afternoon.
he made the mistake of checking your first text when he sat down, and now he’s fucking spiraling.
—
all this had started way before the meeting though.
it was all because of bucky’s mouth. smart, sharp, and a little too smug for his own good.
he had been acting out all week, tossing off snarky comments whenever you spoke to him, ignoring direct instructions from you, and giving you that cocky little shrug after, then looking you up, and down like you were the one on thin ice.
and you let it build, let him test you. it wasn’t because you were soft, fuck no. it was because you wanted him to, because of how bad he wanted to see what you’d do about it.
you knew exactly what that bratty little performance was hiding, a need to be handled, controlled, and put back into his place.
so the night before the ops briefing, you pulled him aside in the hallway. there weren’t any witnesses, since everyone had left to their own respective rooms. just you, and him.
bucky was still warm from sparring with john earlier, sweat drying at his collarbone, shoulder-length hair falling loose against his neck. he leaned against the wall, as if he didn’t feel your gaze tracing every fucking inch of him.
“you got something to say to me?” he asked, casual, mocking even.
you stepped in close, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him shift his weight.
“tomorrow, you’re going to sit in that meeting like a good little soldier.”
“and what if i don’t?”
“then i’ll make sure the entire room watches you fall apart.” you leaned in, right to the shell of his ear. “you so much as roll your eyes, barnes, and i’ll put you in your fucking place.”
bucky laughed. he had the audacity to fucking laugh.
“you going to pull rank on me?” he tilted his head. “thought you liked it when i act out.”
oh he wanted it.
you gave him a smile.
“then you’ll love what i’ve got planned for you.
he thought you were bluffing.
now he’s got a rock-hard cock in his pants, your voice echoing in his head, and sweat slipping down the back of his neck while he tried not to shift too noticeably in his seat.
bucky barely made it through the first slide of drone footage before your name was already pinched behind his teeth like a moan he didn’t dare let slip.
you waited until he looked settled, until his legs were spread wide, fingers tapping lightly on the table like he had the upper hand. you’re across the table. calm, composed, typing quietly on your laptop. no one would ever guess that a few feet away from these armed assassins, you’ve been sending him absolutely depraved photos, and videos of yourself.
he sat like he’s focused. he isn’t though.
then you sent the first of many videos.
‘[attachment]’
bucky’s phone buzzed on his thigh. the thumbnail of the video was pitch black. there wasn’t any context, so he clicked in without thinking. he expected silence, or maybe a photo.
it was a video of you jerking yourself off. low, wet, obscene slapping sounds played, barely noticeable. your hand wrapped tight around your cock, as your thumb circled around the tip. but the second your voice spills from the speakers of his phone, he jumps. the sound punched through the meeting like a gunshot.
the entire room turned, and bucky fumbled his phone like it had burned him, practically slamming it face-down on the table. a flush creeped up his neck immediately, but he cleared his throat, trying to recover with a forced, breathy laugh.
“fuck- sorry, someone sent me the wrong file.”
“you good, bucky?” yelena asked.
he coughed, nodded too fast.
“yeah, all good. won’t happen again.” he didn’t dare to look up at you. he swears he can feel your voice in his spine.
you didn’t let up.
buzz. another message.
‘put your hands in your lap if you want me to stop.’
he didn’t. of course he didn’t.
so you sent more.
the next one was a photo.
‘[attachment]: you’d look so good crying on this in front of everyone.’
it was a photo of your cock jutting up from your slacks, tip flushed, a single bead of pre-cum sliding down as your fingers held the base.
bucky only let the preview load for half a second, that was all he needed. he shifted in his seat like he couldn’t get comfortable. he thinks that if he shifted, the fabric wouldn’t dig so deep into the tip of his cock, but it only makes things worse.
“barnes, input?” valentina asks.
“uh. yeah. go for it.” he sighed.
“are you okay? look like you’ve seen a ghost.” this time, john asked.
“yeah. fine.”
you were far from done.
‘[attachment]’
this one was shorter. your fingers stroked your cock slowly, almost lazily, the camera angled as if he was on his knees watching you. his volume was turned all the way off, and you mouthed something at the camera.
bucky knew exactly what it was. he’s heard you say it while pressing his face into the sheets.
‘you know who you belong to.’
the loop was short, maybe about five seconds long, but he watches it again, and again. his breath stutters on the fourth loop.
the rest of the team was engaged in valentina’s presentation about satellite sweeps.
but not him. he’s gone quiet, too quiet.
bucky’s phone was tilted just enough to face away from everyone else, but you see him watching something with laser focus, thumb tapping just once every few seconds.
he’s looping it, looping the video you sent, looping your hand slowly working on your cock. he knows the video’s on mute, he knows no one else can hear, and he swears he can hear you moan in his ear.
you don’t say a word, just smiled, and paid attention to valentina’s presentation.
across the table, alexei tilts his head.
“barnes, you good?”
bucky jolts, and he fumbles to lock his phone, flipping it over so fast it almost falls out of his hands.
“..i’m fine.” his voice cracks. “just- uh, cramps.”
“from what? sitting?” ava jokes.
he was already pulling his shoulders back like he’s ready to fight someone.
“no- just.. don’t worry about it.”
you raised your hand, smooth as ever.
“he’s been off since this morning, might be overworked. you want someone to check you out, sergeant?”
bucky shot you a glare so sharp it could slit someone’s throat.
you just tilted your head, lips curling.
‘you know who you belong to.’
your voice echoed in his head, and he looks down again. beneath the table, his thighs twitched with the effort to not grind against the seat.
buzz. bucky’s phone vibrated again. he braced himself as he opened your chat.
‘debriefing in 20 then we leave.’
he sighed in relief when he read the message. but his breath caught when he saw the other ones.
‘if i see you walk out of this room hard, i’ll fuck you so deep you forget how to speak.’
‘your choice.’
he reads it, and his hand gripped the edge of the table so hard the metal creaks.
—
the common room emptied out one body at a time.
ava vanished before valentina was even done talking, phasing through the wall rather than using the door.
valentina dropped a cryptic remark on her way out, making everyone feel like they missed something.
yelena rolled her eyes, throwing a jab, before strutting out.
bob shuffled out with a nervous smile, following behind yelena.
bucky stayed.
you knew he would.
you were still at the table, sipping from your bottle as you logged your final notes from the debrief. you could practically feel him from across the room.
john left with no unnecessary words, just a stiff nod.
alexei offered a wink to the both of you, he probably knew what the both of you were up to.
when the last door clicked shut, bucky struck.
your back was barely turned when his voice cracked like a whip through the silence.
“what the actual fuck is wrong with you?” he snapped.
you didn’t flinch, just looked up at him.
“good evening to you too, handsome.”
“no. don’t ‘handsome’ me.” bucky was on you within seconds. not physically, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his chest. his jaw was tight, hands on his hips like he needed something to hold on to so that he wouldn’t spiral. “you think that shit you pulled today was funny? sending me all that shit during a briefing? playing your little ‘games’ in front of the whole team?”
you set your tablet down slowly.
“all that shit?” you repeated. “that’s not what you were thinking when you played it on loop.”
that got him. his mouth twitched like he was biting back a growl.
“you humiliated me. made me look like some fucking rookie who can’t sit still without leaking in his pants. you- fuck, you planned that shit.”
you leaned back against the table, crossing your arms as you watched him spiral.
“keep going.”
“what?” bucky blinked.
“you finished?”
“no, i’m not fucking finished!” he threw his hands up. “ you pull me aside like you’re going to talk strategy, and instead you whisper all that shit in my ear, and i knew what you were doing. i fucking knew it, and i still.. fuck.” he looked down at his boots, then back at you, then away again. “i can’t think when you do that. i can’t focus.” he gestured wildly at you. “and you’re there sitting, acting all cool, like you didn’t just me fucking porn in a meeting!”
you stayed exactly where you were, unmoving. you let him ramble, let him try to claw his way out of the hole he had dug for himself.
“you made me sit through hour-long meetings with a fucking hard on!” he hissed. “i almost fucking whined in front of them!”
“and? that’s all your fault. did you think about me while you sat there all tense? think about me fucking you in front of everyone?”
“i thought about wringing your fucking neck.” his jaw flexes.
“you thought about me bending you over the table.”
“i thought about shutting that mouth of yours.”
“you thought about filling mine, yeah? with your cock?”
bucky twitches.
“you treat me like i’m some toy you can wind up, and leave twitching. like i don’t matter outside of what i do for you.” he took a breath. “i’m not your pet, not some fucking plaything, not weak. you don’t own me.”
you’re still leaning against the door.
and then, silence.
your eyes didn’t soften. you took a step closer, and when you spoke, your voice was lower, warmer. that sweet, condescending tone he absolutely hated because it made him ache.
“are you finished now?” you stepped closer, until you were chest-to-chest with him.
bucky’s mouth parts, but no sound came out.
“because if you’re not, you’re more than welcome to keep throwing your little tantrum. i’ve got all night, sergeant.”
he’s staring at you now, he realised too late what he had just admitted. he had just cursed you out, screamed in your face, and you hadn’t flinched, hadn’t snapped back, hadn’t raised your voice. this wasn’t just a spat, wasn’t about him pushing your buttons, and getting away with it.
now it was your turn. you had let him scream, pace, bare his teeth, and throw every single insult he could think of at you.
but when you speak? he shuts the fuck up.
because no matter how angry bucky barnes might be, he's never ready for when you’re angry.
“no? then keep going, barnes. tell me more about how you don’t care, about how i don’t matter to you.” you sat back down on the chair, crossing your legs. “say it again, like you said it with my fingers wrapped around your throat last week.”
bucky’s breath stutters.
‘i’m fucked.’
“say it like you weren’t rutting into my thigh two days ago, begging me to touch you. say it like you don’t whimper whenever i tell you no.”
his jaw tightens, he’s not talking anymore.
“you’re not mad because i humiliated you, you’re mad because you fucking loved it.”
he gulped.
“on your knees.”
bucky drops. no hesitation this time, but only for a while because he’s stubborn. even when he’s kneeling, he’s still trying to win. he clenches his jaw, and lifts his eyes, like he’s daring you to keep going.
you leaned over, grabbed his chin hard, and forced his eyes up to yours.
“you want to act like a brat? i’ll treat you like one.” your voice was sharp. “you don’t get to yell at me, and then want me in the same breath. you don’t get to scream at me, then get hard when i talk to you like this. you want me? then fucking crawl.”
he swallowed hard, hands at his sides now, fists clenched.
“you say you’re not my toy, not my pet, so why do you act like one?” you leaned in. “you sure do bark, snarl, and fight like one.” you let go of his jaw. “so here’s what’s going to happen, sergeant barnes.” you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “you’re going to kneel, apologise, and then you’re going to thank me.”
he blinked.
“or you can keep pretending you still have control in this situation.” you continued.
“you got what you wanted. you want me on my knees? fine. i’m kneeling, happy now?”
your expression doesn’t change, your gaze doesn’t soften, but your voice dropped.
“stand up.”
bucky falters.
“..what?”
“i said, stand the fuck up, barnes.” you don’t raise your voice, you don’t have to anyway.
he rises slowly, like he’s testing the waters. he still thinks this is a game he can win, like he hadn’t already lost.
you step in close, eyes locked with his. cold, flat, and unimpressed.
“you think kneeling with that scowl makes you a man? you think being bratty earns you control?”
he didn’t reply.
“you’re not kneeling for me, you’re kneeling for your fucking ego.” you huffed. “you want control so badly? take it, go ahead. say something real, do something brave.”
nothing. just that tense jaw.
“no? of course not. because you’re not here to fix anything. you’re here because i didn’t fall apart when you raised your voice at me.” you scoff. “you’re here because i didn’t let you win.”
his mouth opens again, and you talk right over him.
“you’re not dominant. you’re not clever. you’re not even interesting when you act like this. you’re just loud.”
bucky’s jaw ticks, and his gaze softens slightly, out of sheer intimidation. he prayed you wouldn’t notice it, but you did, like you always do.
“loud, needy, and fucking desperate.”
he flinches, just a fraction, but you notice it. usually you would feel bad, but today just wasn’t the day.
“you’re not dangerous, buck. you’re embarrassing.”
bucky tried to speak, tried to pull something together, some insult, some plea, but you’ve already turned your back.
“we’re done here. you’re not worth my time right now.”
“wait-”
“you wanted to be treated like a man, so act like one. until then? go ahead, and get yourself off thinking about what i could’ve done to you.” then you walk away, there was no glance back, no pity.
bucky didn’t know whether to chase after you, or crawl to you, and beg.
instead he stand there, frozen, and short-circuiting.
his pulse was jackhammering, his face flushed with shame, and frustration. but lower? his cock was fucking aching, throbbing so hard it hurt.
‘stand the fuck up.’
he’s so hard he could cum from the memory alone, from the utter indifference in your tone, from the fact that you didn’t even need to yell at him.
you didn’t even touch him, and he’s leaking into his briefs, like a desperate bitch who got put in his place, and fucking liked it.
bucky let out a shuddering breath, and leaned back against the wall like his knees weren’t working anymore. he’s panting now, swallowing hard, head tipping back like he can escape the way your voice fucking echos in his ears.
‘you’re not dangerous, buck. you’re embarassing.’
he groans, one hand slipping down to adjust himself. there wasn’t any relief, just torture. his cock jerked like it heard your voice too.
and the worst part was that he knew he deserved it.
and now? he’s going to have to sit with that. hard, alone, and desperate.
—
bucky stumbled into his room. it was dark, except for the faint glow of the city lights sneaking through his blinds. he slams the door shut behind him, locking it.
your voice still echoed in his head.
‘go ahead, get yourself off thinking about what i could’ve done to you.’
like you knew he would, like you wanted him to, like you dared him to.
his hands were already at his belt, tugging it open with a frustrated groan. he didn’t even bother taking his shirt off anymore. he’s been hard since the afternoon, since the meeting, since the first time you looked at him with that glare.
his cock sprung free the second his pants fell, flushed red, and already leaking.
bucky grabs the toy you’d made him buy, something you mocked him for needing in the first place. it was already on his nightstand. he never put it away, not after the last time you called him your ‘pathetic little mess’. he drops to the center of the bed. he didn’t even need lube, he was already leaking so much. then, he lines himself up, and pushes in.
squelch.
it was fucking obscene, loud in the silence. the fleshlight warm, and too tight around his weepy cock. it was perfect. his head tips back with a gasp as he thrusts forward automatically. it was desperate, and mindless, as if he was being dragged by instinct alone.
‘you’re just loud.’
the first orgasm was almost immediate. it creeps up fast, too fast for his liking, leaving his body tense, and spasming. he cums with a muffled groan, hips stuttering up into the toy, thighs shaking under the pressure.
but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even pause. he couldn't. he was still so hard, aching, and your voice was everywhere.
bucky’s hands started to shake by the second orgasm. the toy is slick now, filthy with his cum. each thrust was too wet, too soft, and too much, yet not enough at the same time. his whole body burnt, overstimulated, and starving all at once. he rubs his cock raw against the toy, chasing that pressure again, whimpering when it builds too fast.
his second orgasm crashes into him harder than the first. his mouth opened, and his hips twitched so violently the toy nearly slips from his hand. his abs cramp with the effort, and his breath catches in his throat.
still, he doesn’t stop.
by the third, it hurt. but it hurt so good.
the tip of his cock was swollen, and flushed, too sensitive to touch, but he keeps thrusting into the toy, keeps panting, keeps picturing the look on your face when you snapped at him.
‘stand the fuck up.’
bucky lost count of how many times he had came. four? five?
at some point, his legs just fell open, limp, and spread wide on the mattress as the toy slides wetly over his cock again, and again. he’s making sounds now, ugly, disgusting sounds, high, broken moans he tried to bury in his wrist. the overstimulation has his thighs jerking with every stroke, every thrust of his cock into the toy.
by the last orgasm, he’s barely even hard anymore, just swollen, trembling, and leaking onto the toy with little hiccupped gasps, and whines. his stomach was sticky, hand slick all the way to his wrist, the sheets underneath him ruined, and cum all over the towel he used halfway through, and forgot to toss.
he finally lets the toy fall from his hand. his fingers wouldn’t close anymore. his entire body is trembling, sweat cooling on his body. his shirt had rode up to his chest with the way he kept going at it, letting his cum drip all over his abs. he drags the towel limply over his abs in a half-hearted attempt to clean himself up, but his arms give out halfway through.
he didn’t even manage to roll over, just falls asleep like that, legs still spread, shirt clinging to his back, cock soft, and sore against his thigh.
he doesn’t dream, just aches.
—
the common room was already buzzing.
john’s letting bob read the news on his tablet.
yelena, and ava are nursing orange juice.
alexei’s lounging on the couch in some horrible silk robe.
and then there’s you, perfectly comfortable at the kitchen island, coffee in hand, legs crossed.
bucky steps in, slowly. his hair was damp, shirt inside-out, eyes glassy. and what’s worse was that he was fucking limping. it was subtle, but it’s there. he’s too stiff, too careful.
bob notices immediately.
“you look like you got hit by a truck.” bob says. “are you okay, bucky?”
“again?” alexei adds. “are you even trying to dodge anymore?”
“did you get jumped in the hallway? blink twice if it was walker.” yelena spoke.
bucky doesn’t even react, just shuffles to the counter. he grabbed a mug, placed it under the coffee machine, and just stared at it.
everyone watched, including you.
“did you break that?” yelena asked.
“i didn’t- it’s not broken, it’s just.. technical difficulties.” he spoke, voice a little too high.
“sure, you look like someone gave you technical difficulties.”
bucky takes a deep breath, then continues. it was just coffee, and toast, how hard could it be?
he grabs a slice of bread, drops it, picks it back up, and drops it again. he plugs in the toaster, and just stares at the dial. it was already set to 3. he turns it to 4, then back to 2, then 5. then he forgets which level he actually wanted.
his coffee had finally started brewing, it smells good. he sighs in relief, but then the toaster pops, and he jumps so hard he yelps. the stares at the toaster like it had betrayed him. his toast was burnt.
“fuck.” he yanks it out, setting it on a plastic plate. he didn’t trust himself with thin glass at the moment. “..i need butter.”
bucky opens the fridge, stares inside, and completely blanks on what butter even looks like.
“he’s gone.” john spoke.
bucky’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, then he shakes his head like he can physically reboot himself.
bob walks over, and helps him with his toast, and coffee.
when he finally returns to the table, everyone was eager to know what had happened to him.
“you okay there soldier?” alexei asked.
“he’s.. limping. like actually. that’s a ‘my legs gave out’ limp.” fuck, bob was in it too.
“you look like you fucked a blender.” yelena continued.
“or like a blender fucked you.” you added, and everyone couldn’t help but laugh.
“no one touched me.” he muttered, voice hoarse from moaning for hours on end. “i’m fine.”
“what?” alexei squinted at him.
“what?” he repeated, slower this time. “no one touched me last night. that’s not what- it wasn’t-”
“didn’t say someone touched you.” yelena chirps. “you did that to yourself huh?”
“god, you’re worse than walker.” ava added.
“don’t bring me into this!” john groaned.
“i’m fine. just.. didn’t get r- didn’t get sleep.”
“you said you didn't get enough sleep, are you sure no one touched you?” bob asked.
“yeah, so i’m fine.”
everyone stared at bucky.
“that’s.. not how that works.” alexei added.
“but it is,” he replies, clearly convinced. “because i, like, i just.. did it myself.”
“wait, you did that to yourself?” yelena practically jumped out of her seat.
“n-no. yeah.. i mean- not like that. i didn’t- it’s not-” bucky grunts, keeping his eyes on the floor. he tries to shuffle back to the table without making noise, but everything about him is loud. the limp, the damp hair that he clearly didn’t dry properly, the faint flush on his cheeks, the tremble of overexertion in his hands.
“holy shit, no fucking way.” ava turned to you. “did you have anything to do with this?” she asked, turning towards you.
“he did this to himself. he didn’t touch him, you can tell.” john defended you.
“blink twice if you got railed into the mattress last night.” yelena asked.
“he blinked five times. that’s code for ‘overstimulated himself, and now he can’t walk’.” you hinted at it.
“that’s.. embarrassing, kinda. sorry, bucky.” bob spoke.
bucky grips his coffee mug like it’s the last shred of dignity he had. he doesn’t say a word. he looked like he spent the whole night getting railed to oblivion, which would make sense, except you didn’t touch him.
all you did was say ‘go ahead, get yourself off thinking about what i could’ve done to you.’
you didn’t expect him to actually do it.
bucky felt it, that heat creeping up the back of his neck, that throb in his cock that he cannot handle right now, that twitch in his thighs from muscles that are still recovering from the abuse he gave them. he tried to sit down, fails the first time, then lowers himself with a hiss.
he sits way too carefully, thighs shaking. you catch him shifting in his seat like he can’t find a comfortable angle. he can’t, his cock was still oversensitive. even the slight drag of the cotton of his pants burnt.
then he reaches for a spoon, and knocks over the creamer.
“fuck.”
you crossed one leg over the other.
“okay maybe i had something to do with it.” you admitted. “i did say ‘get yourself off’, but i didn’t mean it literally. i didn’t say make yourself stupid over it.” you shrugged, and the table practically erupted in laughter.
you were lucky they were all really open-minded, or else you wouldn’t know how else you were supposed to deal with this.
bucky’s face turns a shade of red, and he tries to shoot you a flare, but his brain’s too fried to hold it. the best he could do was a pout, and groan.
the laughter still echoed when he tried to rally.
“it wasn’t like that.” his voice was hoarse, tight, and a little too defensive.
“oh this should be good.” ava was already grinning.
“i just worked out too hard last night.” he spoke.
“only an idiot would believe that. we weren’t born yesterday, soldier.” alexei snorted.
“you worked out, huh?” you hummed.
“yeah. a lot. like, arms, and uh, stuff.” bucky pointed weakly to one of them. “these. you know, burn.”
“burn.” ava repeats.
“didn’t know moaning into a pillow was considered as a workout.” yelena added.
“i wasn’t-” bucky stopped himself, realising how close he was to digging a deeper hole. “overtrained. too much.. discipline.”
“we don’t have to, the walk says it all.” ava joked.
“i just slept weird, okay?”
“are you sure you slept?” bob asked, he was clearly concerned, but didn’t want to miss out on the fun.
“i’m serious.” bucky insists.
“want to tell them how many times you came?”
the room went silent, and bucky cursed under his breath.
“wait, that’s what did it?” ava let out a low whistle.
bucky’s response was a little delayed.
“i don’t know.. like, six? ..oh my god.” he buried his face into his palms. he had muttered the truth, on autopilot.
the silence was instant, and everyone stares.
“wait- no, that’s not-”
yelena started howling.
“that’s commitment.” even bob had started laughing.
“i meant- fuck, i meant the workout. i did six sets last night.” he gestures with his spoon. “real.. intense.”
“what, a core workout? you’re walking like your spine’s rearranged.” john cackled.
“so proud of you soldier, that’s real stamina!” alexei patted bucky on the back
“i did not!” he tries to defend himself.
bucky opened his mouth, nothing comes out, not even a grunt. he tries to straighten up, stand taller, in an attempt to regain some dignity, but his thighs tremble, and everyone saw it. he limps off towards the exit.
—
it only got worse after breakfast.
the teasing? he could almost handle, the way everyone else side-eyed him when he winced or let out a grunt that he thought was silent? fine.
annoying, humiliating, but fine.
what wasn’t fine though, was how his body kept betraying him.
bucky’s pacing the hallways now, trying to walk it off, trying to calm down.
the problem is, every step does something to him. his thighs were so sore they trembled, his hips ached, and his cock, still twitchy, kept brushing against the fabric of his sweats just right, or wrong, he couldn’t tell anymore. it wasn’t even the stimulation anymore, it’s the echoes. he’s trying to be normal, he really is, but his skin remembers, and his muscles don’t fucking care what he wants.
so when he leans on the stairwell railing, innocently, he doesn’t expect his hips to shift, doesn’t expect the seam of his sweats to grind right up against the underside of his sensitive cock. his breath caught sharp in his throat, and he yanks back as if he got burnt.
he doesn’t mean to do all this, his brain’s just lagging behind, reacting three seconds too late to everything. he tells himself it’s just a flinch, but his hips rolled forward against the cool metal of the railing.
“fuck.” he hisses, pulling away.
bucky walks faster now, praying that movement will help.
it doesn’t.
every single surface is a threat. the wall? brushed his side, and made him gasp. even the back of a chair, a fucking chair, nearly buckled his knees when he bumped the edge of it against his thigh.
“this is ridiculous.” every time he rubs against something, by accident, he swears, his breath stutters. it wasn’t loud, wasn’t obvious, but there was a moan here, and a whimper there occasionally.
bucky gave up. the door to his room shut with a solid click.
he is not okay.
his cock was hard again. it had been hard on, and off the entire morning.
so now he’s pacing his room like an idiot, palms braced on the windowsill, the desk, the dresser, anything to hold himself up while his stupid, traitorous hips keep rocking into the air like they’re waiting to be grabbed, held down, and then used.
a pillow on the edge of his bed almost undoes him right there, and then. he presses down against it, just once, and his eyes roll back. his mouth falls open, he mewls, and then he panics.
no, no. he can’t go there again, not after last night, not after he destroyed himself already, rubbed himself raw with that toy, drenched the inside of the fleshlight until it was dripping. he came six times, maybe seven. he lost count when his cock started to ache every time he twitched.
his body doesn’t give a fuck though. his cock twitches again, straining against the thin fabric of his sweats, and his knees go weak this time. thank god he was already on the bed, or he would’ve collapsed on the ground.
so, bucky does the only thing he can possibly think of. he grabs a towel, stumbles into the bathroom, and runs cold water all over his face until the sound of blood rushing in his ears quiets down.
he dries off, slowly, like he’s trying to stay calm. he isn’t though.
eventually, he peels off the sweats, sticky, and humiliatingly damp, then he flops back into bed with a groan. the towel ends up under his hips, because he can’t trust his body not to leak the second he thinks about you.
he didn’t mean to fall asleep, but the exhaustion takes him, finally.
—
when bucky wakes, it was already dark. the towel under him is damp again, maybe from sweat this time. his cock isn’t hard anymore, thank god, but it’s tender, raw, and sore. he still can’t stop thinking about you.
so when the knock comes, he thinks he’s dreaming.
“open the door, bucky.”
your voice.
his eyes snap open, heart thudding.
“fuck, i can't do this. not right now.” he scrambles up, muscles protesting, pulls his sweats up, and stumbles to the door. when he opens it, you’re already leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. he’s shirtless, in just his sweats, damp again.
you glance past bucky into the room, towel on the bed, wrinkled sheets, the toy still thrown somewhere on his mattress.
“you know i wasn’t serious about getting yourself off, right?”
“i know.” he couldn’t meet your eyes.
“but you did it anyway.”
“..yeah.”
you step in, shutting the door behind you.
bucky backs up on instinct, but there really wasn’t anywhere to go. he bumps into the dresser, and you follow.
“still not okay?” you ask softly.
“i was.” he hides his face in his arm, climbing onto the bed.
“you were fine?”
“after the nap, sort of.”
you sat down on the edge of the bed, and he flinches when it dips.
“seriously?” you asked. “i'm not doing anything.”
“you- fuck, you know what you sound like, right? what you do to me?”
“i just wanted to see what you’d do, and now you’re like this, can’t think, can’t even walk straight.” you leaned in closer. “you’ve been grinding into everything like a desperate thing.”
“..you don’t know that.” he groans.
“i can guess.” you sighed. “thought you could get off without me? that feel good, huh?”
bucky’s thighs are trembling again.
“didn’t even last, did you? couldn’t fucking wait.”
“i couldn’t stop.” he whispers. “i kept trying to cum until i didn’t want it anymore, and it- it just got worse.”
you grabbed his jaw.
“did i say you could touch yourself at all? did i give you direct orders to do that?”
“no.” he shook his head.
“so what’s going to happen now?”
bucky blinks at you, dazed.
“now i’m going to show you what happens when you cum without permission, hm?”
he groans at that, like the sheer sound of your voice short-circuits his brain.
you push him back against the pillows, and prop his feet up. the moment you lick his cock, slowly, from the base to the tip, he screams.
“fuck! oh god, fuck, fuck- fuck! i can’t-”
you suck him in all the way in one smooth motion, and his knees buckle.
“you- your fucking mouth- fuck, fuck it’s too much, it’s fuck- please..”
you hum around him, and his entire body jolts.
bucky made a choked, gasping noise like a sob.
“why does it feel this- ugh, you- you’re going to kill me, i swear-”
you pop off slowly, dragging your tongue along the underside, and grin up at him.
“i haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.” you climb over him, pin his wrists down, and leave marks on his neck.
“please- please, fuck me. i need it. i’ll lose my mind if you don’t. i-i’ll cum again from your voice if you don’t-”
“then shut up, and let me prepare you.”
bucky moans at that like it’s fucking praise.
your fingers find his hole, and stroke there gently.
“so pretty, is this all for me?”
he nods.
“that’s good. you want me to stretch you nice, and slow before i fuck you, don’t you?” you spit in your hand, and rub it into him, fingers slick, and gentle. the first finger goes in with barely any resistance, but you don’t rush, just work him open with steady, shallow strokes, making sure every movement brushes his prostate.
bucky’s head lolls to the side when you lean down, and kiss the soft skin of his stomach while you added more fingers. his back arches, and he lets out a high whine.
“that’s it, open up for me. i want you nice, and relaxed before i ruin you.”
“ahh- oh fuck, that’s- fuck, please, i-i can’t..” he whimpers. “i’m going to c-cum, just from that, i swear to god-”
“don’t you dare.” you murmur.
“i’m sorry- i-i’ve been so sensitive, can’t help it-”
you slap your free hand over bucky’s mouth, and you swear his eyes roll back.
“you cum again without permission, and i’ll edge you for the rest of the fucking night.” you growled.
he whines, nodding.
“you ready for it? want my cock inside you?”
“y-yeah.” he breathes. “want it- want you so bad-”
“come on, where are your manners?” you stroke your thumb across the tip of his leaking cock, and press down, hard.
bucky jerks, and his eyes fly open. a strangled gasp tears out of his throat, and he scrambles.
“f-fuck.. shit.” he chokes.
you don’t move your thumb, just kept the pressure firm.
he tries to writhe, but he’s so weak.
“please- i can’t- oh my god-”
you finally let up, and he almost collapses.
“that too much for you?”
he nodded.
“please.. please fuck me.. feels too good..”
you take off your pants, and let the tip of your cock nudge against his hole, but you don’t press in, not yet.
“see? that’s better. good boys use their manners.”
when you finally push in, his back arches off the bed.
“fuck- oh god, oh god. i can feel everything, you’re so deep- aah..” he gasps as you bottom out, his words dissolving into another broken moan. his head falls back against the pillow, and for a second it looked like he had short-circuited completely. he grabs at the sheets like they’ll ground him, but they don’t, nothing does, not when you were 8 inches deep in him.
“loud already? i’ve barely done anything yet.” you fuck him slowly, and deeply. “fuck, you’re soaked.”
bucky shakes his head wildly, but his brain was already gone. he tries to answer, really, but all that comes out is a trembling, broken sound.
“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck- no, wait- slow.. no- please, just.. oh my god, your cock, y-your cock feels.. so good.. i-i’m going to.. haa.. no- wait! fuck, don’t- too much- please, oh god! can’t- fuck, can’t take-” he was rambling now.
“i know you can’t.”
and he fucking sobs.
“too bad. you’re going to take it.” you growl, fucking him through it. ”you’re going to take every fucking inch until you can’t walk, yeah?”
“i already can’t- fuck, fuck- fuck!” his legs started to spasm, and you pin them down. he’s crying, thrashing under you, tears in his eyes from the sheer intensity.
“such a messy slut. thought you could get yourself off, and be fine? you needed me this whole time, didn’t you?”
“yes- yes! i need you- n-need your cock.. need you inside me-”
you grab bucky’s jaw to kiss him hard, and he fucking whines into your mouth.
“then shut up, and take it.” you fuck him hard now. deep, punishing strokes that make the bedframe bang against the wall.
you lean over, drag your hand down his chest, then grip his waist again, and thrusted.
“ah- uh, uh, uh-” his voice stutters with every push, the rhythm forces the noises out of him like you’re fucking the breath straight from his lungs.
you always loved when he started making these sounds.
he tried to keep it in, but he can’t, his body just reacts for him.
every single thrust knocks another sound out of him.
“that’s all you’ve got left to say?”
“nnh.. uh, uh-” he chokes, legs shaking around your waist. “fuck- uh, uh, please-” he was gone, drooling, sobbing, words slurring, and breaking apart by the slap of your hips against him.
you fuck him harder, and he screams.
it just kept coming, those helpless, punched out sounds that get faster, and more urgent, like his brain’s short-circuiting, and that’s all he knows how to do now, moan, and take it.
“you’re going to cum like this.”
bucky’s body jerks, you don’t even touch his cock. his thighs snap shut around you, and he wails as he cums.
“good boy.”
he shudders again, violently, like your praise shoots right through his spine. when it was over, he went slack under you.
—
the morning after, the kitchen went dead silent when you walked in. you looked normal, like usual.
then bucky limps in after you.
the moment he appeared in the doorway, everyone’s eyes snap to him.
“worse than yesterday.” john mutters.
bob’s jaw drops, and yelena clutches her mug like it’s a lifeline.
ava was the first to break.
“oh my fucking god.”
“..i’m fine.” bucky said bluntly,
“you screamed last night, you know that right?” yelena asked.
“i didn’t.” he sighed.
“you fucking wailed.” john says. “you were crying, shit echoed.”
“what?”
“soldier, you howled!” alexei chimed in as well.
bucky glares at the table.
“shut up.”
“pretty sure the walls shook.” yelena added.
“and then you started whimpering, like actual sobs.” ava replied.
“i wasn’t sobbing!” his face goes completely red, and he sunk lower in his seat.
“you were loud..” bob said. “thought you were dying.”
“can we not-” he starts. “i was sleeping. you were all dreaming.”
“so what was all that moaning? sleep talking?” yelena tilted her head.
“must’ve been.”
“you whined.” john said.
“i didn’t-”
“like a puppy.” alexei continued.
you raised your cup silently, hiding a smile behind the rim.
bucky shoots you a betrayed glance.
“you’re just going to let them-?”
“wasn’t me.” you shrugged. “they’re making their own conclusions.”
“thought about recording it, for educational purposes.” ava spoke.
“she means blackmailing, by the way.” yelena winked.
“i-i was overstimulated okay? it happens!” he said, before realising what he had just admitted.
“overstimulated! you’re such a slut.” ava almost fell out of her chair laughing.
“god. i hate all of you.” he drags both hands down his face.
“so.. we all know who it was.” john sighs.
“i wasn’t- fuck, i wasn’t that loud..” bucky tries to say something else to defend himself, but that was all that came out.
you hum quietly.
“he was very good for me.”
the entire table goes feral.
“oh my god-”
“what the fuck?!”
“shut up- i’m trying to eat-”
everyone was screaming, laughing so hard they might just start crying.
bucky just groans, banging his forehead gently against the counter.
the tower was unusually quiet this evening. most of the team were away on missions, you, and bucky were the only ones home. the both of you relished in the stillness. you were in the living room, while he was in the workshop. his vibranium arm laid across the table. he had detached it earlier to clean, and polish it. stark tech had done wonders, the arm was sleek, quiet, and efficient.
bucky was running a check-up on it, to make sure it wasn’t broken in any way. and then, it buzzed. a low, pulsing hum. it didn’t seem like a mechanical failure to him, it seemed intentional, controlled.
“what the fuck?..” he muttered under his breath. he tapped through the interface on the portable display. there was a new software update, which clearly wasn’t from stark, had unlocked a new feature labeled as ‘tactile pulse resonance’. to him, all he knew was that this feature was used to influence an opponent’s physiology and potentially disrupt their performance, or create an opening for an attack. it wasn’t a commonly used tool.
he held the detached arm in his flesh one, curious. the slow thrum of it made it pause. the vibrations sank in weirdly deeply. it was like being touched from the inside out. his breath caught, and a thought appeared in his head: ‘i wonder what that would feel like on someone else.’
the idea of using it on you haunted him for days. he had started implementing it into little things, like brushing his hand over your back just to watch you shiver. he tested the feature on everyone, just to mess with them, but you were his main victim.
2 weeks later,
the team were out on a mission again, somewhere in kuala lumpur, malaysia. this gave you and bucky some alone time together.
you were in his room that night, watching a movie with him on his bed.
“you’ve been twitchy lately,” you whispered into his ear. “is something on your mind?”
he hummed, shifting under you.
suddenly, you felt a buzz, like a phone vibration, on your hip. you froze immediately.
“bucky.. what was that?”
he didn’t answer right away. instead he trailed his vibranium fingers up your side gently.
you rose up, mind immediately filling up with ideas on how to make use of this new feature.
he laid back on the bed, taking his tank top off before spreading his legs slightly.
you straddled his thighs, and ran your hands up his torso slowly. his breath hitched when you dragged your fingertips over the edge of his vibranium shoulder.
“you trust me?”
“yes.”
you smiled, getting off of him, and removing his pants and boxers.
bucky was already leaking. his vibranium arm hovered near his cock. his fingers twitched, but he hadn’t touched himself yet. he was holding himself back, waiting, listening.
“turn it on,” you spoke, you were eerily calm. “baseline setting, just the hum.”
his arm whirred with a low, steady buzz. he flexed his fingers, shivering at the familiar vibration surging through the vibranium.
“now wrap your hand around your cock. light grip, don’t stroke.”
bucky obeyed, wrapping his fingers around the base with a groan as his jaw tightened.
“good.” you watched the way his cock twitched helplessly in his grasp. “now breathe through it, settle in.” you leaned in and kissed his jaw, slowly. “press your thumb to the underside, right under the head.”
he whined at the barely-there pleasure.
after a moment, you pulled back.
“level two, turn it up.”
bucky’s breath hitched, as he controlled the vibrations. the buzz deepened, there was more pressure now, and his grip tightened just slightly.
“feel that, sweetheart?”
“yes- fuck, yes.”
“don’t stroke, not yet.”
he whimpered, head falling back against the pillows as he trembled with restraint. the vibration alone was almost enough. he was already trembling, pre-cum slicking his cock.
you slid your palm over his stomach, feeling the way he tensed under your touch.
“level three.”
bucky did as you said. his hand jerked in place when the vibrations hit his cock head-on, pulsing deep through the tip, and down the shaft. his hips snapped upwards.
“ah- fuck, i-i..”
you gripped his thigh, pressing down to force him into staying still.
“don’t cum, you don’t cum until i say so.”
he grunted. his cock was deep red, pulsing, leaking, while his thighs shook from the effort of holding back.
“stroke. just once, slowly.”
he obeyed, one long drag up his cock, with his hand vibrating the whole way. his whole body jolted in response.
“oh god-”
“stop.”
bucky’s fist froze immediately,.
you leaned over him, whispering into his ear.
“now, you’re going to hold that setting. keep your hand still.”
“fuck, y-yes okay..”
you watched him writhe for another minute, trying his best to hold himself back from cumming. his cock was locked in that vibrating grip.
“oh fuck, oh fuck.. i-i can’t.. can’t hold it..”
“you will. you’ll hold it until i say otherwise.” you kissed his jawline. “that serum doesn’t just make you strong, buck. makes you obedient too. and right now, you’re going to keep that grip steady.”
“o-okay, yes..” he was on the verge of sobbing now. his cock spurt little beads of pre-cum with every slow drag of his vibranium hand. “y-you don’t understand, ugh.. it’s too sensitive, i-i feel everything.. can’t stop l-leaking.”
“good, i want you sensitive. that’s the point.”
“level four.”
he stared at you, wide-eyed.
“b-but i won’t be able to-”
“do it.” you spoke, cutting him off.
bucky’s hand twitched, and the low hum jumped into something more focused, more intense. his hips shot off the bed, back arching.
“fuck- i-it’s too much..” his cock stayed hard, leaking heavily, and twitching against his own grip.
“i know, baby, i know.” you whispered into his ear, making him whine. “that’s why you’re going to hold it.”
he nodded. that’s what made it so much hotter, he could endure it. the serum in his blood made it possible, granting him inhuman stamina. where any normal man would’ve been reduced to a twitching mess, bucky was still going strong beneath you.
“vibrate the tip only, level five.”
“please, i can’t.. if i do i’ll-”
“exactly. go on.”
bucky obeyed. the moment he turned on the fifth, and highest setting, the buzz turned savage. it was deep, and focused, sending pulses straight through his cock. he started to trace slow circles around the swollen tip of his cock. his thighs tensed, while his hips jerked violently, over, and over. a broken moan cracked from his throat as he tried his best to breathe through it. his cock twitched, drooling pre-cum all over his vibranium hand.
“want you right here.” you whispered. “desperate, shaky. you feel that?”
he couldn’t speak, just nodded. his eyes were wide, and glassy.
“say it.” you demanded. “tell me how it feels.”
“i-.. so sensitive..” he stammered, his voice wrecked. “feels like- i’m- mmh.. gonna die..”
“good. now you’re going to stroke. but you’re not going to cum.” you spoke, grabbing onto the wrist of his flesh arm. “if you even think about it, i’ll leave you like this for the next hour. understand?”
he nodded, and you let go of his wrist. he started to stroke, as slow as he could, just so he could hold back from cumming.
“still hard. look at you.”
he whimpered, he was so desperate.
“i-i’m gonna..”
you snapped your fingers at him, and he stopped immediately.
he was sobbing now, begging incoherently.
“please, i-i need.. aah.. it.. gonna break if i don’t”
“hold it, just a little longer, attaboy.”
he whimpered, relishing at the praise.
“go on, cum.”
bucky came hard, his entire body seizing as the vibration milked him. his cock throbbed in his fist. he gasped, and shook throughout it. he let go of his cock, sighing at the relief. but even as he came, he stayed hard. he was still twitching, still pulsing. his cock was swollen, hungry for more.
“good, so fucking pretty.”
“you’re crying.”
“fuck.. y-you did this..”
“yes,” you guided his hand back onto his cock, and he hissed at the vibrations. “and i’m not done.”
his cock jumped at the touch. he tried to pull away, but you forced his hand down.
“set it to three. stroke the head. just the tip.”
“no- no no, please i-”
“do it.”
bucky whimpered, but obeys. he’s grateful that you at least let him turn the vibrations down. his hips bucked wildly, instinctively, away from the pleasure.
you wrapped your hand around his throat, not choking, just holding.
“i- fuck, it’s.. s-so much..”
“slow strokes, buck. tease yourself.”
he’s crying now, really crying. it was all too much, yet not enough. tears slipped freely down his cheeks as he pumps the tip of his cock in shaky, stuttery strokes. every drag of the vibration around his cock draws a wrecked sound from his throat.
“i- uuh.. feel so much.. it- it hurts-”
“it doesn’t hurt.” you put slightly more pressure around his throat. “it’s just too good. that’s what you mean, say it.”
“it’s- fuck, too good.. i-i can’t handle it..” he sobs, voice cracking.
“yes you can, and you will.” you dragged your thumb up to rest over his pulse, as it thrummed like a live wire.
“four, faster strokes.”
bucky’s jaw dropped in another helpless cry.
“please, i-”
“now.”
bucky’s fingers obey before his mouth even does. the vibrating grip tightens, and intensifies, buzzing around his overused tip. his abs clench, twitch, and flex under the sheer strain. his cock drooled, twitching harder with every second, and he’s still crying.
“i-i can’t.. stop, i-i..”
“no you’re not. you know what to say if you really want to stop.” you take your hand off his throat.
he screams like something is breaking inside him. he came all over his fist, and chest, some of it getting on your stomach too. even after he came for the second time, he stays hard. his cock was still pulsing, still twitching, still drooling.
“you’re not done, are you?”
“n-no, no.. fuck, i-i can take more..
“good boy. now you can cum whenever you want.”
bucky’s cock was still hard in his hand. you didn’t even touch him with your own hands. you just sat back, and watched as he started fucking into his own fist.
“you’re such a fucking mess.” you breathed, your eyes were locked on his leaking tip. his vibranium arm gleamed from the sheer amount of pre-cum, and cum on it. “look at you, didn’t even get soft.”
“d-didn’t need to.. uuh..”
you leaned down, and spat on his cock, right where the tip met his vibrating fist.
“then give me another one, then i’ll fuck you through it.‘
“i- yeah, fuck, please- please?” he spoke as his hips pounded upwards, harder, and harder.
“feel that?” you dipped your fingers in the cum on his stomach, then reached in between his legs, and slipped a slick finger down to press against his perineum. just the threat of you slipping inside his hole made him cum, again. “god, you’re fucking filthy.”
