A/n: I have a giant oral fixation, so i imagine this all the damn time.
Day 5: Finger sucking, Bucky Barnes x reader
Warning: choking, finger sucking, gagging, lots of spit and drool.
Summary: Bucky's prepating your mouth for his cock.
Bucky’s fingers had just been inside you, slick and glistening when he pulled them out. You whined at the loss, hips chasing, but he only smirked and lifted his hand to your lips
“Open,” he ordered softly. Your cheeks burned as you obeyed, parting your lips. The taste of yourself spread over your tongue when he pushed his fingers in, slow and deliberate until you where gagging around the stretch. His eyes darkened, watching your cheeks hollow as you sucked, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.
“Fuck, look at you baby,” he muttered, thumb brushing your cheek. ‘Sucking me like it’s my cock. You love it, don’t you sweetheart?”
You moaned around his fingers, eyes glassy, throat working as he pressed deeper, letting you choke just a little before pulling back. A string of spit clung to his fingers when he dragged them out, glistening in the low light.
“Good girl,” he murmured, dragging his slick fingers down to your chin, smearing it across your lips. His smirk deepened as he dragged his soaked fingers back down, tracing your spit slick lips with the pad of his thumb. “Messy girl,” he muttered, voice low and wrecked. “Didn’t think I’d get you this needy just from my hand.”
He pressed his thumb past your lips, watching the way your cheeks hollowed as you sucked it in. His breath caught in his throat, the muscle in his jaw ticking as your tongue curled around his thumb, wet and desperate. “Jesus sweetheart…” His metal hand gripped your jaw, holding you still as he fucked his fingers in and out of your mouth, slow at first, then rougher, until tears pricked into your eyes. “You love this huh? Choking on my fingers like it’s my cock, don’t you baby girl?”
You moaned around his fingers, spit dribbling down your chin, and his gaze went molten. He leaned down to lick some of the spit of your chin, groaning as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. Strings of saliva connecting your lips and his fingers. His cock stained against his boxers, he couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
“Now you’re ready for the real thing,” he rasped, pushing his boxers down with one hand. His cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, already leaking at the tip. He wrapped the same spit-slick hand around himself, stroking slow, showing you how he lubed himself up with your spit.
“Open wide for me again baby,” he ordered, nudging the tip against your swollen lips. “I want to feel that pretty little mouth choke on something bigger.”
