#buckyboudoiring

[buckyboudoir]

MORE touchstarved!pathetic!bucky

MDNI 18+

Bucky who hasn’t touched anyone, or been touched by anyone since ‘43.

Bucky whose body randomly decided to constantly remind him of his physical need.

Bucky one night, against his will, having the filthiest wet dream about you kissing him, riding him, him fucking you against the counter…

Bucky waking up in a cold sweat, cock rock hard; harder than he’s ever been, leaking, dampening his boxers.

Bucky who feels perverted and disgusting but already trailing a hand down to his need; cock jumping at the contact; MAYBE a handful of strokes before spilling into his underwear at the simple touch. oh, and. it’s never just a few spurts. it’s thick, heavy ropes that go through the fabric, dribbling into audible splats against his thighs.

Bucky who never makes a move on you because you literally just started dating but everything makes his body react; that sweet floral perfume you always wear, the way you bite your lip when you concentrate, your hand coming to rest on his stomach during movie nights, the muscles jumping under your finger tips.

Bucky clenching his jaw tight, adam’s apple bobbing with nerves. when you so sweetly ask, “what is it baby?”, the pet name making pink burst across his cheeks. he just shifts his hips under the blanket he is really glad he grabbed before this. he’s never wanted anything, anyone, this bad before, but he refuses to mess this up when he finally just got you.

Bucky absolutely loathes spooning you, which you love so much, because he can’t physically take your ass being pressed so close against him. he always comes up with some excuse to have you just lay your head on his chest. you never push it, afraid you’re stepping over some boundary, but, you want to feel held by your boyfriend. you don’t understand why he’s withholding little fragments of intimacy from you. does he even want you?

You finally asking to talk one day with him. his heart sinks. this is the day you finally realize you deserve better, someone who isn’t as perverted, needy as him. fuck, did you know? you gently take his clammy hands in yours; “okay, you gotta tell me what’s going on. i’m not mad, but, you never let me keep kissing you, you don’t want to sleep next to me, you won’t let me sit on your lap…buck. did i do something?”

Bucky who thinks his heart is going to slam out of his chest…

To be continued;)

[buckyboudoir]

pathetic!touch-starved!beefy!bucky…

MDNI 18+

he’s on his back, red henley rucked up to his pecs, sweats and briefs pulled down to his thighs. he’s wound so tight today, and he’s trembling beneath you.

teasingly, you slide your pussy over the length of him making him whimper- “you ready, baby?” you ask.

he can’t even form words, he’s so fucking hard it’s almost concerning. all you get is a shaky breath and a nod from him. you grab him, and he twitches in your fist, already fighting the urge of release. you sink down.

his head hits the headboard as he lets out an almost pained groan; “Jesus fu-.” he chokes on his words. you roll your hips up and down, bracing your palms on his chest. his breathing is coming in broken pants, as he already feels his balls drawing up. fuck. this is not how he wanted this to go.

you start bouncing rhythmically, tilting your head back in a moan. the sick squelch of his cock disappearing in and out of you makes his stomach jerk and tighten. half-lidded eyes risk a glance up at you. shit, bad idea. the image of your tits bouncing was the nail in the coffin. his cock hardens dangerously inside of you.

“s-sweetheart. please. slow down.” his voice cracks on the first word, but you’re too lost in it to listen. you clench down around him and he whines. he’s so fucking big and he’s hitting that spot no one else has ever been able to reach and-

he groans deep in his chest and tightens his grip on your hips, his own bucking up as his eyes roll to the back of his head. a full body shudder goes through him as his cock spits an impossible amount of cum into you, jerking at the base with each spurt. he whimpers as his load starts to drip out around where he’s still buried in you, dick still twitching. you ride him through it, giving gentle rolls of your hips. when bucky finally stops cumming, he goes limp; hands falling to your thighs, head lolled against the pillow. completely fucked out. you smirk. “d’that feel good, honey?” you ask, tone light as to not embarrass him.

he swallows thickly. “y-yes,” cheeks turning a brilliant red at his expedited release. and god, the way he always looks at you after sex; like you’ve hung the moon. that will never get old.

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having some thoughts about needy!bucky…

“fuck,” he breathes against your neck.

this is how it always goes for him. jesus, he can’t even act normal about a simple kiss? you’re both lying in bed, his warm palm sliding up your stomach, bunching your shirt up. his fingers twitch against your ribs, nervous, even after dozens of times together.

you fist the hair by his nape, making him groan against your mouth. he slants his lips against yours, tongues gently sliding against each other. a light noise escapes your mouth, and he freezes.

“baby…”

god he’s so fucking hard. you feel it against your thigh, his sweatpants stretching across his hips, the fabric damp near his tip.

“wow, buck. didn’t know it was this easy.” you taunt. he groans and buries his head into the crook of your neck, a blush spreading across his cheeks. his hips involuntarily rut against you, “don’t tease…” he mutters, sucking a mark onto your neck.

you moan, and slide your body completely under his, rolling your hips up to meet his. bucky shivers, and squeezes his eyes shut.

“fuck doll, don’t do that.”

you smirk. this is gonna be fun. you set an even pace of grinding up against him as he falters, resting on his elbows above you. you notice the damp spot getting darker, spreading.

suddenly a hand flies to your waist, ceasing your movements abruptly. god, what a sight. his eyes are completely black and frantic, looking down between the two of you, sighing heavily. you giggle, knowing how sensitive your boyfriend is, you could easily make him cum from this and he knows it, too.

then, a whisper against your cheek.

“please.”

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read this if you’re having a bad day

tw: depression (kinda)

the tears kept falling. everytime your eyes would dry, you felt the familiar sting of fresh ones building behind your eyes. the pressure in your chest built all the way to your throat; you were inconsolable.

the door to your apartment opened, and you heard boots making their way to your bedroom. fuck. you didn’t want bucky to see you like this-eyes puffy and cheeks and nose red from hours of sobbing. you sniffle.

bucky slowly pushes open the door, met with the sight of you disheveled in your sheets, knees tucked to your chest. his heart drops, immediately sitting down next to you, metal arm brushing against your cheek, the coolness soothing the burning heat in your face.

“sweetheart, what’s wrong? w-what can i do?” he said, voice rough with emotion. god, he wished he could protect you from everything, and he felt a pang of shame for not being there with you sooner. why didn’t you call him? he would’ve dropped everything the second you said you needed him, surely you knew that?

you finally met his gaze, and your throat felt tight. he already had a glaze over his own eyes at the sight of you. your bottom lip trembled, your mouth opening but immediately closing. how could you ever explain this feeling?

bucky sighs and takes off his shoes, climbing into bed with you, pulling you into his chest, arm making soothing circles on your back which only made you sob more at how gentle he is with you. you’ve never had this comfort before, ever. the thought makes you shiver.

he kisses the crown of your head, “shh, baby. it’s okay…let me have it. let me take it,” he whispers.

that’s when you shatter.

he feels the emotion rise in you tenfold, and his heart clenches.

you’re crying into his chest until you soak his shirt while he gently drags his fingers against your scalp, smoothing your hair back. eventually, you run out of tears to cry, breath evening out against him.

“there we go, baby,” he breathes. “want to tell what got you so worked up?”

you inhale deeply, playing with his fingers of his flesh arm, “…everything.”

and he understands. more than anyone else would.