Welcome to the mini-series I didn’t know I could be so passionate about!
‘Shit he said’ will be a series of stand-alone fics, each based on a short prompt. The prompts have been (consensually) borrowed from someone who has said each of them to me recently and I’ve found it overwhelmingly sexy! The four prompts I’ve listed are hopefully just a starting point and more will be added in the future.
It’s going to be fun!
It’s going to be filthy!
And above all else, it’s a reminder to myself that good sex absolutely isn’t just a fictional concept! Really good sex exists in the real world! This series will reflect on some of the wonderful encounters I've had but will also drift into exploring things I'd like to try.
✨ All credit for the prompts goes to the incredible person providing them! I have no doubt you’ll see this. I hope I can do your brilliant brain justice. Thank you for being consistently amazing!! ✨
1. “I forgot just how good this can feel.” - Roommate!FWB!Bucky x female reader
2. “Will you let me?” - Sub!Bucky x female reader
3. “You are. Every inch. The fantasy.” - Professor!Bucky x female reader
4. “No one who doubts how beautiful they are fucks like that.” - TBC (Maybe sbf!bucky or CEO!Bucky?)
5. "Here comes trouble." - CEO!Bucky x female reader
Needy tired sex is so underrated like imagine needing each other so much needing to touch them and for them to touch you straddling their lap and sinking down on their cock tiredly rocking back and forth tucking your head into the side of their neck as you can only let out sleepy needy moans
Oooooh I really like this!! And I love it with son's best friend bucky actually (I've missed writing him, he needs to come back)
But I can really imagine this if Bucky managed to get you to himself for a whole night, uninterrupted. You've maybe already had the kind of frantic, intense sex you're used to with him but time alone is a rarity and you can't help but crave the intimacy you're not used to receiving from your husband.
It's hard to tear yourselves apart on nights like that because Bucky feels like he has to touch you as much as he can now that he's got the chance. He'd have his fingers locked with yours or his thumb slowly running over your cheek bone or his hands trailing from your thigh, up over your hips and across your waist. He'd map the curves and contours of your body with the most reverent touch, leaving nothing unappreciated, telling you how beautiful you are with a sincerity that catches in the back of your throat.
It's so hard not to fall into the gentle, familiar intimacy of the moment he's created. You're both still pleasantly buzzing with the afterglow of your orgasms, a sleepy haze making you both more than a little drowsy but you haven't had enough of each other yet.
There's an unspoken understanding that these hours have to count. They have to matter. In the morning, you'll shower and get dressed and go back home to your husband. He'll return to his college flat and you have no idea when you'll be able to feel this close to him again.
"I don't know that I'll ever get enough of you. A lifetime wouldn't be enough." He whispers, his eyes trained on yours. You don't take the time to correct him and remind him that a 'lifetime' together isn't on the cards. You know he knows that, he might be young but he's not stupid. It's nice to feel wanted again, after years of being borderline ignored by your husband.
"You're too sweet for your own good." You pull him into a gentle kiss, your fingers curling in the short, dark hair just above the nape of his neck.
You're not quite sure how but before you know it, you're sat in his lap with your chest pressed to his and he's rock hard inside you again. It's much slower and more intimate than you both had patience for earlier but it's so damn satisfying.
"Fuck, you feel like Heaven." He groans, almost sounding pathetic as he grips your hips and helps you keep the steady pace he knows you both enjoy so much.
"Bucky, I n-need... I can't..." You whine, unable to articulate what exactly it is that you need from him in that moment. In truth, you need nothing more than what you have. Your body just craves more.
"I know, sweetheart. Believe me, I know." His hands map out your body from your hips, up your back until he's rubbing your shoulders while your head falls into the crook of your neck. You groan, low and filthy against his neck, enjoying the way his dick rubs your sweet spot, right where you need it to.
"Doing so well for me. Don't stop." It's an overindulgent level of pleasure. You'd have been more than satisfied, at least until the morning but with Bucky, nothing is ever really enough.
Omg becs! We need something about son's best friend Bucky because i can't even begin to explain how much it turns me on to think about geting him hard under the table while having dinner all together (and by that I mean my husband, my son and Bucky) and then offering to give gim a lift and driving him home and fucking in the car i just need it
Okay, the THOTS I have about this, I fucking love it 🥵 Like maybe your son tells you his college roommate has really far to travel to go home on weekends so maybe he spends the weekends alone, living off frozen pizzas and instant noodles (and I imagine he looks like precious lil TJ 🥺)
So instead, your husband offers to invite him over for Sunday dinner. It's not a bother, you always make way too much food anyway and it saves this nice boy from having to eat anymore junk. He'd at least get a good, home cooked dinner and something sweet afterwards and it makes you feel a little better knowing he has some company too.
But the first time the poor boy sees you he's clearly smitten, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. He hadn't been warned that you're nothing short of a milf, wearing a cute little apron and God, he wishes that's all you were wearing. And as much as this boy has fallen for you, he's fallen for your cooking just as hard. He thinks he's died and gone to Heaven when you lean over, offering him a second serving of potatoes because you noticed how quickly he ate what you put on his plate. He doesn't want to think about it but his dick is stirring pleasantly in his trousers, feeling you brush against him, the smell of your perfume overwhelming him in the best kind of way, never mind the sight of your cleavage as you lean over him.
It's not long before Bucky finds himself living for a Sunday. He feels so welcome in your home and he always leaves with cheeks that hurt from smiling, a fully belly and a half hard cock.
Over the weeks, he begins to pick up on the little things, like how you and your husband hardly break breath to each other, how you're left with the dishes every week and how your husband and son often don't even stick around long enough for dessert. Bucky pretends not to notice the heartbreaking look on your face as week after week your husband leaves you feeling unappreciated.
So Bucky does his best to make up for it, complimenting you every single chance he gets. "God, it smells so good in here." he groans one particular Sunday, making his way through the door and straight to the kitchen to greet you as he enters the house, leaving your son to sit in the living room with his father.
"Making your favourite today, Buck. Roast beef, mashed potatoes, peas, carrots and gravy." You smile, knowing already that his response is going to make you feel more appreciated than your husband has all week.
"God, I love you, you know that? I keep telling Ollie's friends that you're my dream wife. Tell them all that someday I'm gonna find myself a woman like you. Gonna give her a couple of cute little babies and make sure she's the happiest damn woman on earth." Your stomach tightens at his words because you wish you were about 20 years younger. You'd give him that life in a heartbeat.
"She'll be a lucky lady, sweetheart. You're a lovely boy, you'll make a great husband for someone some day" You smile warmly, noticing that little cocky smile on his face.
"You think so? Cause I mean, if things don't work out with you and your husband, I'd love to show you how well I'd treat a woman like you. Would make sure you know your worth." You've never heard him be so openly suggestive, usually he never goes further than a little harmless compliment while he's helping you with the dishes but today, he's so much more brazen.
But you laugh it off, telling him that you and your husband have been married too long to call it quits now, hoping that'll be the end of the discussion.
At dinner though, your husband hardly takes the time to look at you while Bucky sits beside you, showering you in compliments. "Fuck, I'll never understand how you get those carrots to taste so good." He groans, helping himself to a few more from the dish in the centre of the table.
"They're just roasted with butter, honey and brown sugar, Buck. Nothing special." You smile, watching as he happily clears the serving he just put on his plate.
"Guess it must just be you that makes them special." He smirks and you can't take anymore. Your son isn't paying attention and your husband certainly isn't so you take the chance, placing your hand on Bucky's knee under the table.
Bucky looks up at you but doesn't react, hoping this is going where he thinks it's going.
And of course it does, your hand eventually creeping higher as he tries to keep his cool, stifling a groan as you work your hand over the growing bulge in his jeans. He's always at least half hard when you're around. You just seem to have that affect on him but the feeling of your hand rubbing just where he needs to feel you most has him throbbing, trying to contain himself.
He registers that your husband has asked you something and he registers that you answered but he doesn't pick up any more than that because your hand is torturing him. He so desperately wants to fuck you right then and there, it's all he can think of. He wants to bend you over the dining room table and make your husband watch how a real man would treat you but he holds himself back.
You barely breathe a word to each other as you wash the dishes and he dries them, all of your usual flirtatious banter has dissolved into an unbearable tension. It hangs in the air, neither of you daring to so much as look at the other for fear of the band snapping, making you give in to the temptation.
But when the band does snap, boy does it snap. Your eyes lock on his accidentally and you both move at once. It's needy and passionate and far too desperate, his hands gripping your waist like you're a figment of his imagination. His mouth is so hungry on yours, his lips sliding over your own, barely leaving room for your breathy gasps. He can't get enough of you and you can't get enough of him as he presses you against the kitchen counter, his hard cock pressed against you as his lips begin to trail down your neck.
But God, you can't do this here. Your husband and son are in the next room but it's so long overdue, you can't stop now that you've started. So it's not long until you're driving him to the store, beyond thankful that he has some excuse prepared about needing to go grocery shopping. Your husband doesn't even listen when you tell him you're going out because if he did, he'd realise the store you told him you were going to is closed on Sundays.
Instead, you find yourself in an empty parking lot, in the back seat of your car, underneath this sweet boy who can't tear your clothes off fast enough. His mouth is on yours, his tongue firm and insistent against your own, his bulge grinding against your core in the cramped back seat.
"You know how fuckin' hard it is to watch you play wife for him? That asshole doesn't deserve you." Bucky's lost in thought, panting against your neck as he tears your blouse off.
"Bucky please, don't wanna think of him. Wanna think of you." You gasp, feeling his mouth latch onto one of your nipples, tugging it with his teeth.
"God, your body. You're fucking beautiful and I bet you don't even know it. Jerked off to you more times than I can count." He admits and it sends want throbbing through you.
"Please baby, just fuck me. C-can't take it. Need feel you fill me up." You sound so needy, shamelessly begging to be fucked that he can't help but groan.
"Oh babe, you can't say shit like that. I'm gonna send you back home with that cute little cunt stuffed full of my cum." His voice is strained as you lift your skirt up, exposing your bare, dripping cunt to his hungry gaze while he pulls his jeans down just enough to free his cock.
"You're so perfect. Know that fuckin' pussy tastes so good but I- I can't. Needa feel you cummin' around me. Been dreaming about it for far too long." He groans, giving himself a few firm strokes before pressing his tip to your eager hole, pressing inside in a way that leaves you both moaning.
"S-so tight and wet oh my God. Gonna treat you right. Want you to cum so hard, you forget everything but my name, you got that? This pretty pussy is mine now isn't it? Tell me I own your cunt." He's growling against your skin as he starts to thrust into you and you can only whimper out a response, overwhelmed by how good he feels and how filthy this sweet boy truly is.
Okay bc this gif got me thinking about like, Bucky having a conversation with your son at college. Maybe you've been quieter than usual and he's not sure why but other than his good morning and good night text, he doesn't really press you. That boy simps hard, let's face it
So maybe your son starts to open up one night and explains that you and his dad aren't on great terms these days. You maybe washed a pair of your husband's trousers and found someone else's underwear in the pocket or something like that so things have been tense at home. And your son is really just looking some advice from his best friend because his dad is denying everything and it's weighing on his mind a bit.
But Bucky just looks over at him and gives the most reassuring smile he can muster even though his heart is slightly breaking knowing what he's about to say.
And he just says something like "Dude, if there's one thing I've noticed, it's that your parents won't leave each other for someone else."
So Bucky tries to put it out of his head for the rest of the week and when he gets to yours on Sunday for lunch, he almost crumbles because holy fucking shit, you're in the most breathtaking dress he's ever seen you wear. He literally has to take a deep breath when he sees you with that warm smile and a figure hugging dress that clearly gives away that you have no fucking underwear on.
You're so handsy with him at dinner, stroking his leg under the table, running your foot up his calf muscle and the poor boy knows you desperately need a release but God, it's torture for him.
As soon as dinner is finished, your husband and son make their way to the living room, leaving you and Bucky alone as always and you're all over him so fast, it makes his head spin. He doesn't know whether to grip your breasts or your ass or your thighs and it's terrifying how he doesn't even care that you both could be caught like this.
Your mouth is so firm and insistent and he moans so loud when he runs a hand under your dress, finding you wetter than ever. Your thighs are so slick and before he knows it, you've sank down on two of his fingers, riding them as much as the awkward position allows.
But it's not quite enough for you. It never is. So as you're mouthing at his neck, worrying his skin between your teeth, you lean over and groan "fuck baby, I want you in his chair. Please sweetheart, I wanna think of you every time I see him sitting there." He's not sure how he's supposed to deny you so he doesn't, letting you get up and you both shift over to the chair at the head of the table that your husband has always occupied.
He makes quick work of unzipping his jeans, letting you slide down on his length and he knows neither of you can last long today. You're almost there already as you grind back and forth, groaning your pleasure into his neck, gripping the back of the chair for support.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful like this, o-oh you feel so good, most perfect fuckin' body." He whines, his head thrown back, listening to the slick noises your body makes as you rub yourself on him.
"Baby, right there, oh my God." The pure need in your voice makes him groan quietly. Anyone could catch you like this. Anyone could walk in and find you taking what you need from Bucky, in your husband's chair and it doesn't faze either of you in the slightest.
"You're so perfect, you know that? Warm and tight and soft and all fucking mine." He's never been this possessive of you before but you're both far more attached than you want to admit. His short fingernails are digging in to your hips and it's absolute bliss that he's not holding back anymore.
"Shit, I'm yours Buck. All yours, 'm gonna cum holy shit." You gasp, rubbing your own clit as he bites and sucks at your neck.
"Gonna fill you up, want you to play with yourself later and fuck my mess back into your pussy, okay?" He's never been this shamelessly filthy with you and it sends you over the edge, cumming hard around his cock, promising to keep yourself as full of him as possible.
He follows quickly after, a quiet sob breathed against your neck, holding you as close as possible, making sure he's too deep for his mess to drip out yet
THAT SBSF BUCKY FIC WAS 🤤🤤🤤🤤 pls sir may I have some more 🥺👉👈
Um yes?? I love writing that sweet little enthusiastic fuck boy so much 💕
Because God, the thought of him looking at you like that when he thinks no one is watching? And the way he would have to keep his hands busy to stop himself from doing something stupid in front of your husband and son?
And @achubbydumpling has put the idea in my head of Bucky being so turned on by the sight of the wedding ring on your finger because it's such a reminder that he's the one pleasing you. He's the one filling you up in the way your husband should and it's wrong and it's filthy and it's so damn risky but there's no feeling quite like stuffing another man's wife full of cum. Especially when you're his best friend's mother.
But omg one of the best thoughts @achubbydumpling talked about was Bucky making love to you in the bed you share with your husband. 🥵 It's such a luxury compared to the back seat of the car because now you both have room to roll around and change positions as often as you please and it's absolute bliss.
As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he falls so in love with the sight of you underneath him, desperately pleasuring yourself as he slips in and out of you, your fingers working frantically on your clit because you're right on the edge, you just need a little more.
"God, you're fucking beautiful like this, you know that? So sweet and pliant for me." His body is right down on top of yours, his hips grinding into yours and that charming smirk hasn't left his face. In fact, it only gets wider with every moan he knocks from your throat, his eyes light up at every wet little sound he drags from your pussy and he can't believe how easily you come apart for him.
He has one of your legs hitched over his slim hips, driving deep inside you while you babble at how good he feels, your free hand grasping the pillow behind your head. He takes your hand in his, pressing his lips to your wedding band with that smirk still on his face.
"Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over this fat cock. We're just getting started baby, I'm not stopping until these sheets are totally ruined for your husband coming home. Gonna ruin you for any other man. Gonna take such good care of you, you never want anyone else but me." This sweet boy doesn't know that he has already ruined everyone else for you. The intimacy with your husband died down a long time ago but even when things were good, it was never like this.
"Bucky, baby p-please. Just a little harder sweetheart. F-fuck, feels perfect." You're writhing on the bed underneath him, arching against his body and how could he possibly deny you? He loves how you've given in to this. You were so timid at the start, not sure that it was worth ruining you marriage for a fling with a younger man. But now he has you begging, stealing pleasure wherever you can get it and it's so exciting for him to see you give in and surrender to him
Sooo the whole day I was thinking about SBF!bucky and how before you and him were 'hooking up' he would be having a sleepover over at your house and after your son would go to bed Bucky would go in the bathroom and use your panties he took from your drawer earlier to jerk off😋
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Your little horn hotel
Aw god I love this, sbf!bucky would be such a little horny mess when he has no outlet
Like that little sweetheart ^ going through your underwear drawer? And he knows it’s wrong. He knows he shouldn’t and he knows he’s fucked if he gets caught but he’s so desperate to have anything of yours that he’s willing to stoop that low
And imagine him finally getting peace and quiet to lock himself in the bathroom. It’s maybe 3am and he just couldn’t sleep, he’s been hard since he saw you and his balls are so full, he’s desperate for the relief.
He pulls the little lace thong out of the pocket of his sweats, unfolding it gently and groaning at the thought of you wearing it. He can imagine the swell of your ass, the thin lace nestled nicely between your asscheeks and then it dawns on him that you’ve probably gotten yourself all wet while you wear this before.
The thought of you horny and squirming, your slick making your thong all wet has him taking his dick out, hissing slightly as he rubs himself because he’s far too sensitive. He’s neglected his need for far too long but he’s planning to make up for it.
The strokes of his hand are slow and steady and tight, exactly how he knows he likes. His breathing gets faster, soft groans filling the room as he presses the lace to his nose, taking a depth breath in. It doesn’t smell like you. It smells faintly of detergent, a smell he recognised from the hugs you greet him with every Sunday but he’d rather it smell like you.
His mind runs away with thoughts of tiptoeing over to the laundry basket and searching for a worn pair but he’s too desperate to cum now.
Instead, he takes the lace and lines his fist with it, wrapping it around his aching, leaking cock. He moans again, the lace giving him more friction than ever and his hand speeds up because if he doesn’t cum in the next couple of minutes, he thinks he might lose it entirely.
“Feel so good, f-fuck you feel amazing.” He groans, his eyes closed and lips parted because he can imagine saying those words to you as he fucks you, rather than just your panties.
But suddenly his hand stops, clenching his length and he lets out the most blissed out moan, thick streams of pearly cum spurting from his tip, into your underwear. He’s shocked at just how much cum he’s able to produce, your little panties are mostly saturated but he only cums harder when he imagines how hot it would be to have all of that pumped into you instead.
This with milf reader and son’s best friend bucky ??? Like he’d absolutely go feral if he found out you had nipples piercings tho. He’d already find you hot and you even had your nipples pierced ?!?! You bet he’s gonna worship those tits all day, all night. And to add with that him with a mommy kink 😫😫
No I swear you’ve converted me to this au 😩😵💫
Like imagine you’re in a skin tight dress for a neighbourhood barbecue or something and you’re clearly wearing nothing underneath. But it’s the first time sbf!bucky sees the outline of the jewellery through your nipples and his mouth just waters. He’d follow you around like a little lost puppy, led by his aching cock, practically drooling at the sight of you.
And every night after that barbecue when he’s touching himself, it’s thoughts of you that flood into his head. You were all he really thought about before but now it’s even harder to think of anything else.
So when he finally gets a chance to see them in person he’s so fucking needy like that. He’d suck and worship your nipples like it’s his only damn job on earth, rutting his cock against your soft thigh at the same time for some relief. Every time you gasp, his stomach tightens because shit, he’s loving this far more than you could possibly be.
And when he sinks into you finally, still playing with the pretty piercings of course, he breathes out a little “oh fuck, mommy.”
He stops dead in his tracks. He’s mortified. He can’t believe he ruined it and he half expects you to tell him to go. But instead you look up at him with soft eyes and a warm smile and whisper “you wanna make mommy feel good Buck? You’re such a sweet boy.” With one hand ghosting through his hair.
SBF BUCKY like perhaps she doesn't hear it much or if at all from her husband and if he does tell her it's pretty much with no feeling
Oh no oh my god because the way his smile kind of fell in the last gif fits this perfectly
Maybe he gets a chance to take you out to a bar some night. I imagine maybe your son plays guitar and he’s playing at the bar so you and Bucky go along for support. You’re maybe not even hooking up yet, you’re just dancing around the attraction you both have for each other, doing your best to pretend it’s not there.
And while your son is off rehearsing, Bucky arrives at the table with a round for you both and the casual chit chat starts up.
It’s such a naturally flirty relationship that you have. He’s so easy to talk to, it’s like he’s wise beyond his years but he still has such a youthful charm that comes with being in his 20’s.
But you maybe get a couple of drinks in and you mention that you feel slightly out of place in the younger crowd. You can’t help but worry that you stand out but it only really comes from the fact that everyone here is around your son’s age.
And you hear Bucky mumble something before taking another sip of his beer.
“What did you say, Buck?” You ask quietly, leaning closer so you make sure you can hear him this time.
“I said, you’re beautiful.” There’s so much confidence and sincerity in his voice, it makes your heart clench. From how he’s looking at you, you can tell it didn’t just slip out. It wasn’t an accident or just a flippant comment, he’s thought about this and he truly means it.
There’s an intensity in how he looks at you that almost makes you flustered but you have no doubt that same look has managed to charm plenty of women out of their panties.
You can't help but laugh, his eyes trained on your lips when they break into a smile and he's so confused because it's not the shy, coy giggle he's used to hearing when he gives a compliment like that.
"That's funny?" He questions softly, hoping he didn't just embarrass himself but you just shake your head and smile.
"I haven't heard that in a very long time." You explain, a faint sadness in your eyes, despite the smile on your lips and his face falls slightly.
If you were his, you'd hear it every damn day. He'd tell you first thing when you wake up and last thing at night. He'd put it on notes and stick them to the tupperwear you take your lunch to work in and he'd shout it from the damn rooftops if it meant you heard it more often.
"Then I guess I'll have to fix that because when I tell you you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on, I mean it." As soon as he sits back in his chair, your son walks on stage and the room erupts into a cheer and as much as you'd love to keep talking to him, your attention needs to be on your son.
