pairing: established! bucky barnes x fem!reader | prompt: creampie | word count: 527
content warnings: creampie (duh); allusions to previous sexual activity; female receiving (fingering); soft!dom bucky and soft!sub reader
You squirm as Bucky's metal thumb pushes inside you. It only teases your entrance, but your pussy throbs, over-sensitive. His dick was still half-hard, resting against his thigh, as he shushes you sweetly. Bordering on condescending.
"S'okay, pretty girl," he murmurs. You don't need to open your eyes to know what he looks like. Bucky often did this after he came inside you. He never named it, and you never asked, but it was an unspoken ritual. There was no other way to put it: he would admire the sight of his cum leaking out of you. The creamy white dampening your inner thighs, staining the sheets beneath you. The mixture of your own release intermixed with the sticky concoction. Sick and twisted and fucking perfect. As his thumb slips back out, soaked with the combined residue of passion, he murmurs a quiet, "fuck."
You feel your walls convulse, legs still trembling like the aftershocks of an earth quake, hitting when you think it's passed. You can feel the cool, visceral wet seeping out of you. A shiver runs up your spine, toes curling. Bucky's lips are warm on the bare skin of your thigh. His finger runs delicately through your folds, gathering the mess on his fingers, and you can't help the small, broken moan that is muffled into the pillow.
"So fuckin' pretty, all full of my come," Bucky tells you. He's mesmerised - you can hear it in his voice. And as filthy as it is, the deluded compliment makes you smile. You preen into his touch, chasing the pleasure even as your body begs for pause. Revel in the groans that leave Bucky as he starts fucking you with his fingers, slick and noisy with the sound of his release mixing with your own. He pushes it inside. Tender, at first, then faster, harder, until you can feel the edge coming all too easy. You're body had barely inched away from that cliff, and here you were, already hurling yourself back towards it.
He can tell. Kisses your thigh again without letting up. Murmurs praise into the clammy skin. Moan at the sensation as if this is as good for him as it is for you. Your a mess, in every way you can be. Whimpers and pleas fall from your lips: desperate and delirious. Your leg kicks out instinctively as you feel your climax creeping closer and closer and closer. Bucky's spare hand wraps around the ankle and holds it down onto the mattress, unrelenting as he forces you to face your finish. You can feel it trickling out of you and onto his onyx fingers. A warm puddle pooling between your legs. It's hard to feel shame or embarrassment when Bucky's kissing your hips and stomach.
"So perfect, baby," he mumbles. Bewitched with love, for you. "So fuckin' perfect for me..."
His fingers inch out of you. He lazily wipes the residue onto your thigh and the ruined sheet on the mattress. But when you go to close your legs, his grip is firm and dominant. There's an edge to his voice when he rasps, "I didn't say I was done lookin'."
