"aww, you're such a cutie buck" - innocent virgin friend's brother!bucky x sister's best friend reader - she's making him nervous with all the flirting and he loves when she praises him 😌
Becca lemme tell you, i’ve been having this thots since morning. Been thinking about innocent!Bucky and experienced! reader.
Imagine watching TV while sitting in between Bucky’s legs, his arms around your waist. His fingers would draw patterns on your exposed skin but he isn’t aware of it.
Here comes the fun part, you wanted him to touch you somewhere else, but you know he’s shy and would be scared to make the move. So, you grab his hands and placed them on your boobs, and of course Bucky would be caught of guard. But you slowly guide him, fondling your breast with your hands on his. You dont have to look at Bucky’s face to know that he’s red like a tomato now since he’s suddenly so quiet.
Imagine the squeals and moans he’d let out when you make out with him, grinding on his crotch. Oh, he wouldn’t know where to put his hands at, so you have to guide them down to your hips and he’d squeeze them when he gets too excited. And when he cums in his pants, he’d totally be the one who blushes and apologizes, feeling sorry that he’s getting all the enjoyment. So, he’d ask you how he could ‘repay’ you …. Of course you’d teach him how to eat pussy. 😌
(Askdbjsdjj i cant write smut for shit. It’s just that this thot’s been in my head the whole day and i have to tell you!!!! And I apologize for any grammatical mistakes)
INNOCENT BUCKY DESERVES SOOO MUCH PUSSY 🤤
Like imagine him squeezing at your boobs like that and because his chest is pressed to your back, you can literally feel his breathing get faster from how is chest rises and falls. Or the occasional soft little “oh” he breathes against your neck and the tiniest grind of his hips against your ass
And then you make out with him on the living room floor and he’s so overwhelmed because he’s kept one hand on your breast while the other grips your hip and you’re moving your body on top of his and he swears he’s never been this hard. Your hand maybe brushes the skin at his waist where his T-shirt has wiggled up and he’s not sure how he can take much more.
But then your hips move just right and he’s whimpering. This huge man has hardly been touched and he’s almost crying because you feel so fucking good.
“Angel, mhm oh I gotta- baby please.” He groans against your lips, trying to warn you to stop but he just can’t get the words out before his body takes over, squeezing your hip, pressing you down on him and letting out a strangled cry because oh God, he’s cumming and he can’t stop
“It’s okay baby, know it feels good.” You reassure him, kissing his cheek and stroking his hair while he rides it out
He’d be so fucking embarrassed, hiding his face in his huge hands, feeling so guilty about the sticky mess in his underwear until you take one of his hands in yours.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed baby. I love seeing you like this.” You whisper quietly, guiding his hand down into your own underwear and he swears he could almost cum again just feeling how wet you are
As my friends know, recently my entire personality has been “he/she/they wears glasses and keeps them on during extracurricular activities.” Today, we explore innocent!Bucky who just wants to make you feel good.
cw: oral sex (f receiving), innocent!Bucky and innocent!Reader, both characters are over 18 years of age
You and Bucky had been making out in your dorm room for what felt like hours. Sitting cross-legged in your bed, you both awkwardly maneuvered the closest thing to intimacy either of you had encountered.
Bucky pulled his head away from yours, his lips puffy and eyes cast downwards into his lap. “Can I…can I try something?” His hands moved from your waist down to the waistband of your leggings. “What is it, Buck?” You asked, voice wavering with nerves.
Bucky’s face turned red, eyes moving only slightly upward to your waistband. His hands squeezed at your hips, as if he was milking the confidence out of you. “I…wanna taste you…wanna make you feel good.” His eyes finally met yours, his long eyelashes accentuating his icey blue eyes. A look of surprise covered your face.
You had agreed to wait to have sex, or even formalize your relationship, until after Freshman year was over. Both of you wanted to focus on making friends and figuring out what you wanted to do with your life before tying yourselves to another person. You and Bucky were just friends who made out sometimes - nothing more. Someone should tell that to your subconscious though - the sex dreams you had been having made you late for your 8am Calculus lecture more than once.
You felt blood rush to your face, and warmth and wetness rush to your now aching cunt. You took a deep inhale and exhale, running your hands up and down Bucky’s arms. Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head up and down, following the line of his arms down to rest on top of his hands. You helped him pull your pants and underwear downwards, shifting your body so you were laying in your back and Bucky could help remove your bottoms completely.
Throwing your pants aside, Bucky sat back on his heels. He ran his fingers through his hair, staring at you, suddenly realizing he may not actually know what he was doing. Sure, he’d watched some porn, but actually going down on you? That’s a whole ‘nother ball game. Seeing the worry in his eyes, you opened your legs slightly, using your fingers to manipulate your folds and identify your most sensitive spot, sighing slightly. You were showing him the road map, he just needed to hit the gas.
You held your hand out to him, your other hand drawing lazy circles around your clit. Tentatively, he placed his hand in yours. You lead him to place his cold fingertips against your sopping center. You dragged his hand up and down your velvety folds before lifting his hand away. Bucky audibly swallowed, having forgotten how during the sensuality of your actions. Sitting up, you lead his hand to his plush lips. Taking your cue, he took two fingers into his mouth. Tasting your tangy sweetness, his eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned. Seeing his pleasure made your clit throb. You whimpered, needing him.
“Bucky…please…” you whispered. He opened his eyes, having come down from the initial high. He was ready now. Bucky moved to lay before you, using his hands to hold your thighs apart. He trailed kisses along the insides of your thighs until his nose tapped slightly against your outer lip. He sat up, reaching up to remove his dark rimmed glasses. “No, please, leave them on. I love your glasses.” You said sweetly. He couldn’t deny you. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he resumed where he left off.
Bucky left soft kisses around the perimeter, the anticipation was killing you. You groaned, grabbing his head and leading him to take more direct action. “Tongue, Buck, please.” You groaned, your fingers pulling at his hair. Bucky carefully extended his tongue, tapping your clit, thanks to your careful placement of his head. “Yes, there,” you sighed. That was all the encouragement he needed. Flattening his tongue, he dragged it up and down, reveling in your taste. He was a quick study, listening to your sounds and following where your hips and the hand on his head lead him.
Bucky suckled at your clit hard and carefully nipped on and around your swollen bud. This movement seemed to illicit the strongest response from you, and as he said, he wanted to make you feel good. At the same time, however, Bucky was harder than he had ever been. He began to grind his hips against the mattress, trying to find some sort of relief. He groaned, the vibrations bringing you closer to the edge. “Buck, ‘m close.” Following your lead, he increased his speed on your clit, humming and slurping noises getting louder as you became wetter and closer to your release.
“BuckyBuckyBuckyBuhbuh…” your back arched, your hands gripped his hair tightly as you rode the waves of your orgasm. Bucky kept going, addicted to the fact that something so simple could bring you both so much pleasure. He loved tasting you, he was proud of himself…he never wanted this feeling to end.
But it had to end. You pushed his head away as you became overstimulated. Bucky looked up at you to see if you were alright, his frames askew and lenses fogged. You looked down at him and giggled, easing his fear that you were not okay.
