Cannot stop thinking about making a really submissive Bucky cum until he can't anymore 😵💫
I love the thought of working load after load from him and the way that he'd go from being pretty quiet and composed to whimpering and writhing, unsure if he needs more or less of your touch.
Getting him to a stage where he feels empty. He feels like he has nothing left to give you. You've made him watch as you jerk him off with a delightfully lubed hand, squeezing and tugging until his cock is twitching and throbbing and shooting thick, messy stripes of cum against your palm. You don't stop after he's finished though. His release only makes the glide of your hand smoother and the sight of his own pearly cum being worked back over his cock makes him hard again in no time.
"Please." He groans, throwing his head back, exposing his beautiful throat. Your hand tightens around his cock involuntarily and you find yourself almost wishing you had your other hand around his neck. "Please don't make me cum again. I-I can't."
Bless him, his strong thighs are twitching, his muscles tense, trying to force his body to listen to his brain for just a second.
"Sweetheart, I don't think you're empty yet. You gave me so much cum just a few minutes ago." You let yourself give in just a little, leaning over and kissing along the column of his throat, enjoying the light salty perspiration against your lips.
Bucky rolls his hips but it's hard for him to tell if he's trying to lean into your touch or away from it. In truth, he loves feeling like this. He loves having his cum milked from him and having no choice but to enjoy the mind numbing pleasure of your body.
His thighs are streaked with evidence of his own lust and he's almost ashamed that he's still hard. Not just as hard as he was when you started though.
"F-Fuck." The slick sound of your hand pumping him quickly is overwhelming. Your grip is tight on his shaft while you cup his balls, squeezing and teasing them gently, encouraging them to work overtime for you.
"I can't cum again. I can't." Bucky pants, whimpering when he forces his eyes to meet yours again.
"You told me that last time. I'm not sure when you decided it would be a good idea to lie to me but I promise you, it isn't." Your tone would make him tense but he's tense already, trying to hold back an orgasm he truly doesn't need.
"This is the last orgasm I want from you. You can manage it for me, can't you?" You sound so sincere this time, he can't help but agree.
"Good boy. Now cum nice and hard for me. I want to hear how pathetic you sound."
For the next few minutes, there are no sounds except the delightfully wet sound of your hand working lube and cum against his dick and the frantic moans of a man reaching a level of pleasure that verges just nicely on painful.
When he does cum, you let it splash against your palm once more and you notice how little he's able to provide you with. He's entirely empty, legs shaking but babbling how grateful he is for the way you touch him.
Now that he's spent, it feels like your turn to enjoy yourself while he watches and nothing sounds better than touching yourself with the hand that's covered in his cum.
Summary- Stoner Ari x Reader. You and Ari are both high and enjoying the ride that comes with it. This is all smut. Filthy smut. All I was craving was some stoner Ari smut and needed to do it.
Warnings- Drug use, stoned characters, filthy fucking, spitting, licking, blowing smoke at each other, just all the things I needed. This is an 18 + Only Blog.
A/N- this was such a self-indulgent piece and I want this. Maybe it's because I'm high on cold meds, but enjoy. Also, I will make a mood board for this later cause it needs one. Unless someone else wants to. I welcome one if someone gets inspired.
The room was hazy with warm sunbeams and lazy swirls of smoke drifting all around. It made you slightly tacky with sweat, but that might be because Ari buried between your quivering thighs, stretching them wide as he lapped at your soaked pussy, his beard gleaming from you, but he still wasn't near done.
Every time his blue eyes, now glazed over lifted, they had a soft feral look to them, one that spoke of how he was starved and you were his first meal in ages. You didn't know if you had more to give as his tongue was demanding in your hole, dragging from your clenching body to drag upwards and slick your swollen jewel all over again, rolling and biting it till you were arching and crying his name.
Your fingers buried in his long sun-streaked strands, pulling at the roots to lift him away, let you sink into bliss but he couldn't be deterred. "Ari, You got to-"
"I don't gotta do anything till I'm finished here." He growled, his oversized hand pressing against the soft pudge of your belly while he dragged his sinful tongue through your pussy again, so swollen and puffy, you felt it throbbing needing him to fuck you. You grabbed at the burning joint nearby, sucking on it till your lungs fill, making them ache in a way that felt just as good as the rest of your on-edge body.
You slowly exhaled down your body, letting it drift over him as he slurped messily against you with a suck on your clit, making you grind into his face, his beard rough against your hole, but oh it burned so good, the way he jutted against you. You grinned at the flare of his nostrils, mixing the scent of your arousal and the burned bud you sent his way. "We are almost out and you should roll us another. You do roll the best ones after all."
Ari pushed up, giving you the perfect view of his muscled chest flexing underneath the mat of dark hair plastered sweaty to him. "You do just fine making them babygirl. My fingers are occupied." He smirked as they filled you, almost as good as his cock. They flexed against your sensitive silken walls while you clenched him, wanting more, wanting all.
Calloused fingerpads found your weakness, the one that could send you soaring and you reached behind you to grab the pillows, crying out Ari's name like he was the god you were singing praises to. "Oh god Ari, right there, please don't stop, don't ever stop. Feelssogood." Your words started running together as he watched you break under him.
Tipping down, he let his tongue drag up the center of your body, paying careful attention to your belly button, mimicking with his tongue what his fingers were doing to you, then up. The warmth licking away heated beads of sweat while he covered you in him. "So fucking beautiful when you cum on just my fingers." He spits on your breasts, watching as it rolled from your nipples down and he cleaned that up, sucking on your tits with sharp pulls that made them as sensitive as your clit.
You weren't going to survive this man.
His hair dragged like a tantalizing tease, making your body jerk at the ticklish sensation while you continued grinding against his palm, flooding him and not even caring how much of a mess you were making on the bed anymore. Nothing mattered except this high he was bringing you. His tongue swept up your collarbone and with a nudge of his nose, your head fell back, giving the length of your neck.
Tense as you came, he licked that till you were covered in him and he ended up taking the last of the burning joint, inhaling it deeply while watching your eyes roll back and your moan of satisfaction escape. It ended in his kiss, his tongue plunging against yours and the smoke from his lungs filling you, a sweet burn while you coughed slightly against his mouth.
His hips ground into yours, his cock pushing into you as he pulled out his fingers, keeping you full and sated with him, Ari pushed the two of you around till you were on top of him. Breaking from that kiss, you panted against him for a moment, hot, sticky, and saited, you managed to push up, groaning at the way he was stretching you, this way always made him feel so much deeper, full and thick, his cock stretched you to a point it almost pained you.
But you welcomed that pain for the lover giving it to you. You bite your lip and grind onto him while he grabs your hips, making you still. "Give me two seconds to roll another one Y/N." You nod while he gets what he needs and using his belly as his table, got it all rolled together within moments, the paper sticky with the mess you left on his fingers.
With half-lidded eyes, you watched as he flicked the lighter to light it and as the tip sizzled from bright red cherry to dull red, your hips started to grind against him, your walls fluttering around his hard cock. "Yeah baby, just like that." He groaned, his own bucking up to fuck into you. One hand ran up your thigh to grasp your hip, easing your motions while he held the joint up for you to wrap your lips around.
You were already high as fuck, but you wanted that hit, craved the feeling that hit makes you float while you fucked Ari like this. You leaned to take it, dragging it from him while your grinds turned to tiny bounces,. "Fuck." He swore as you pulsed around him, making you giggle with the joint stuck between your lips, covering your head in smoke once more. "I should record you riding me like this."
"Do it." Your tits bounced now, giving him a show underneath you as your body rolled above him, a dance while riding his cock. The obscene noises added to the sensation, your essence dripping all over him now, coating his cock to glide so easily into your tight hole. He grabbed at his phone hitting record as your body arched above him, gleaming in the hazy light, your fingers plucking the joint from your mouth to blow thick rings above the two of you. It was an artwork that Ari committed to memory.
"Baby I am going to fill you." He promised, his phone still recording from where he fit it on the headboard and taking the joint back from you to put it in the nearby ashtray.
"Promise?" You pant out, looking at the camera with a lazy smile and shining eyes. "You going to fill me full of your cock and cum, make me miss you when you aren't buried deep in me."
"Yesss." He hissed, grabbing your hips and fucking you harder, bouncing you till you bucked on him, the last of your energy went into reaching that last blissed high that came with fucking Ari. You sobbed and cried, scratched at his chest and when you broke, you let him gather you in his arms to pin you to him, his thrusts sloppy in and out, till he started to shoot into you, his cum thick ropes in your tight pussy, making you feel him so intimately fuck it deeper into you with several demanding thrusts till he too stilled under you, both of you harshly breathing, like the oxygen had been entirely used in the bedroom.
You felt him all sticky and heated under you, his skin peeling against yours like you two were melded together until you pried yourself off, the rush of air from the overhead fan trying to cool everything off making your skin goosebumps at how good it felt. "I don't think I will ever get tired of fucking you Ari." You whispered as you pressed your lips to his, your tongue barely touching his mouth as you talked.
He grunted in agreement while his tongue filled your mouth, your taste was still very much a dominating sensation, and you rather appreciated the way it mixed with his usual flavor.
His now soft cock was still buried in you and you were not ready to lose that full feeling yet. But you did push up to your elbows, giving you both a bit of breathing room. Ari pushed a hand into your hair, gripping it and tilting your head back enough to reach the bared length of your neck, nipping sharp kisses that are sure to make your skin dark with his affection. "Good thing you always get to fuck me."
His blue eyes were clear when he dropped back to the pillow, his hair a wild mane against the crumpled pillow, making you smile at his appearance. "Is that so? Even when we one day go back to real life Ari?"
"Yes, even when we go back to real life." A hand came to glide over your face, following the flow of your features as he dragged his fingertips down from your forehead till the gripped your chin, making you pay attention to him. "You think I am ever really going to let you go?"
Summary: Bucky Barnes, your father's best friend has been very, very patient about matters involving you. Seeing you in that outfit however, he can't help but want to corrupt his angel.
Pairing: DBF! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: main kink: corruption, age gap: bucky is 40 reader late twenties eg: 26, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark bucky, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - angel, oral f receiving, p in v, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, handjob, cosplay, cum play, Bucky Barnes is a warning MINORS DNI
A.N: i always wanted to write DBF!Bucky and the best way is smut I guess, hope you enjoy! also side note i know nothing of the hobbit and i did ask my best friend @stevesmewmew about it. also song i constantly heard while writing - dirty thoughts - chole adams
Word Count: 3020
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You stare at yourself in the mirror, gnawing your bottom lip. The white dress looks pretty, sort of flowy, your cheeks heat at why you picked the outfit.
The lace sits nicely, you stare at the silver woven crown you DIY-ed. Placing it upon your head. You don’t know the first thing about the character apart from what you found on google.
Galadriel, you stare at your attempt of cosplay one more time. You do admire the dress. All your best friend said was she was powerful, innocent and that she had battle skills as well as knowledgeable. She seemed badass.
You knew the man’s eye you watched to catch was a fan of the franchise. You wondered who he would dress as, your palms smoothen over the dress once again. Grabbing your purse you do a final check and head downstairs. Nervousness blooms in your abdomen.
Your elder brother’s annual halloween party was an excuse for friends and teens to sort of let loose. The only reason it was even allowed was the fact that Bucky Barnes, your dad’s best friend and neighbour would keep the antics in line. The same man who you wanted to impress tonight.
Usually he would be having fun with everyone and covering for your brother’s shenanigans and mostly keeping you company and coaxing you out of your shell for about an hour and then you both would sneak into the theatre room to have a horror movie marathon.
As you traverse downstairs, the party already in full swing. Music thumping, you squeeze past the crowd in the hallway going to the kitchen for a drink. You wonder if forgoing the wig makes a difference as you head to the fridge. Shrugging you uncap the bottle. Glad, that the kitchen isn’t occupied yet.
“Holy fuck.” The voice startles you and the water drops across your chest. You wince turning to tell of the source. Your throat dries when it’s Bucky — dressed in a suit, fangs peaking through his lips.
“B-bucky?” You confirm, he’s gone for the modern vampire vibe and you can’t stop staring at the fit of his inner white collared shirt.
“You, you’re dressed as—,” his eyes trace over you, crown to hem of the white gown. His fake fang sinks into his bottom lip. Tongue then peeking out to wet the flesh.
You gulp eyes on his lips, “G-galadriel.”
“You look, ethereal.” He admits, you look away shyly.
“Thank, thank you.” Internally your heart hammers at his response.
Bucky steps closer, towering over you. His woodsy cologne evades your senses, he reaches up, fixing your crown. Fingertips then trace from your temple to your jaw to your chin, tilting your head back.
His heated gazes prompts your thighs to clench. Bucky inhales deeply.
“Such innocence.” He murmurs, “So much light. How would you look flush against darkness?” Bucky questions he can feel all the blood rush to his cock. Your nipples hardened perceivable through the lace. The tea towel he holds pressed against your chest.
He wants to push you against the wall and kiss you. Wants to rip the lace off with his teeth, watch how your lips part moaning his name, or stretched around his cock, how would you look bouncing on his— you blink up at him, he shifts back.
“Can’t taint you, can I?” He muses. You frown.
“Bucky I,”
“Do you like my outfit?” He gestures, changing the topic.
“Vampire?” You giggle when he smiles brightly, fangs bared.
“From those shows you like,” He admits sheepish.
“The one I like wears a leather jacket.” You tease, he narrows his eyes.
“Oh so when I caught you salivating at the suit wearing one, that was what?” He chuckles when you huff caught in your own web of lies.
“I do like him in a suit, you might just make it better.” Your fingertips trace the undone jacket button, biting your lip you look up at him.
Bucky breathes your name in warning, not for himself but for you. He had begun to disregard warnings the night he coated his fist and abdomen with his cum thinking about you.
“Want to know a dirty little secret?” You burn his curiosity brighter than light. He nods.
“I wore the outfit for you.” Your hand traces up to the jacket lapel, Bucky breathes deeply.
“You dressed up as one of the most innocent characters of my favourite series, for me?” Bucky recounts, god your perfume so sweet. How would you taste? He wonders.
“All for you.” You admit, swallowing when his palm finally meets your waist. Warmth sears through your skin as his thumb brushes over the lace.
Bucky’s mind is a swirl of should I, should I not, but you were making it so easy. So easy to choose the idea to corrupt you.
The groan he produces rumbles in his chest, Bucky watches as you shift and your pelvis moves in the slightest to your thighs clenching.
“Want to know a dirty little secret, Angel?” He questions, palm trailing up your side, to your breast.
“Y-yes.” You bite your lip trying not to make a sound as he palms the flesh through the lace.
“I want to ruin you, with my tongue, my fingers and my cock.” Bucky’s voice is deep, you softly moan at his words.
“Look at that, little innocent angel wants to be ruined.” He comments, tugging on your nipples.
“You’re going to look so pretty wrapped around my cock, begging for release.” He tugs on your earlobe, you feel his thigh between your legs, your hips buck involuntary, you whimper at the contact.
“Look at you Angel, turning into such a needy, pretty slut for me.” Bucky marvels at the way you’re complying, the way your needy little breaths are making him so hard.
He pulls away as he hears boisterous laughter approaching. You whine at the loss of him.
“Angel.” He chastises. Handing you the dish towel to help soak the water from your dress.
“Oh hey, Mr. Barnes, hey tiny.” Your brother chuckles when you groan at his stupid nickname for you. He busies himself taking out drinks from the wine cooler.
“Hi Y/N. What happened?” Nick Fowler, your brother’s best friend steps closer to you.
“Just spilled a drink,” you shrug, his grey eyes on you.
“Oh I’ll help—,” Nick’s hand outstretches, but Bucky steps closer, “She’s got it.”
Nick’s jaw tenses, Bucky only smiles at him.
You look between the two, not understanding the reason for the stare down.
“Run along now.” Bucky speaks sickly sweet as your brother calls out to Nick, he gives you a once over and then leaves with him.
You look at Bucky, he turns to you, signs of irritation leaving his features.
“Meet me in my theatre room?” Bucky smiles when you nod eagerly.
He cups your face between, his metal and calloused hand.
Blue eyes, admire you.
“I want the crown to remain on, though I wonder if it will stay secure after I’m done with you.” Before you can react he presses his lips to yours, warm, soft lingering taste of his whiskey.
The cold metal of the refrigerator blooms across your back as he presses you against the appliance.
You kiss back, as his tongue swipes at your bottom lip exploring your mouth. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth you suck on the flesh, he moans your name, grinding against you.
Bucky parts his lips from yours, your lust blown eyes gaze up at him, so innocent.
“Oh, Angel. I don’t think I have any patience left any longer.” Is all he says before grabbing your hand and guiding you out the side door, towards his house.
Bucky’s hands are everywhere, your knees either side of his lap, the dress pushed up bunching around your hips. He lifts his hips ever so slightly, you cry out around his fingers.
“Go on Angel, get them nice and wet. Good girl, oh are you chocking on my fingers already? Oh sweet little needy baby, what will you do with my cock then?” He tuts, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connects from the tip of his finger to your lips.
“Ask for my fingers Angel.” Bucky smirks as you whine.
“Please.” Your hands rest on his chest.
“That wasn’t a really good job.” He chastises, “You can do better sweet Angel, go on say the filthy words of what you want from me.”
Staring into his eyes, your skin heats, Bucky shifts his hips again, you mewl.
“Bucky please.” Your hands clutch at his half unbuttoned shirt. It hangs off of his shoulders.
“Please what?” His left hand moves up your back, cooler fingers find the zipper undoing it.
“Please fuck me with, with your fingers.” You bite your lip.
“Only my fingers?” He teases thumb brushing over your inner thigh.
“Do you want to sit on my face baby? Do you want me to lap up your sweetness? Bet you taste so good.” His thumb brushes over your clit.
You nod, you want all of it.
“No panties, no bra, were you wanting me to fuck you?” He raises a brow, thumb applying pressure.
You nod preening, “Want, want you.” His left hand urges you to kneel straighter, index and middle finger circling your entrance.
“You want, me, Angel?” He confirms again, “Look at you, clenching around nothing, let’s change that shall we?” His digit sinks into you, Bucky swirls it around touching your walls, he then begins to pump in and out.
You begin to meet the slow thrusts, your gown beginning to fall from your shoulders. Bucky swears as he sees the untouched skin and the pebbled nipples.
“Look at you,” Two fingers fucking into your cunt, “Meeting every thrust, not so innocent are you?” His lips latch onto your nipple, sucking and biting your head thrown back his palm rubs over your clit as you grind down upon his fingers.
Bucky shifts his attention to the other nipple, the pace of his fingers increasing he adds a third, “Have to stretch you out don’t I? Aw, Angel are you going to make a mess on me? My Dirty, dirty girl.”
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky—,” His fingers continually tap over the spongy sport, stars begin to cloud your vision, left hand gripping your breast, tweaking your nipples.
“Go on, cum for me Angel, this is only the beginning of your ruin.” Bucky smirks as you shudder against him, cunt squeezing his fingers, thighs trying to close, your hands tugging on is hair.
Lust blown blues admire you unraveling, the bliss spreading over your features as the orgasm takes you, your walls begging to keep his fingers in, Bucky’s palm rubbing circles over your clit and the burn of it delicious. Your shaking from the aftershocks ceases. It takes everything in Bucky not to have his fingers replaced by his cock swiftly.
“You with me Angel?” Bucky chuckles, when you blink through the haze.
“Y-yeah.” You run your fingers through his hair.
“Crown’s still on.” He chuckles, bringing his slick covered fingers to your lips, “Have a taste, you need to know how you taste without me.”
His fingertips trace your lips, your tongue follows. Bucky then tastes you from his fingers and moans.
Your dress is pushed off of your body, Bucky’s hands roam in admiration.
“So fucking delicious, I deserve a reward don’t I? For being this patient, for letting you remain untainted by me this long.” He looks at you, you nod. Bucky taps your hips and you move off him to allow him to slide down.
He kisses your clit, “Already needy, my, my.” his tongue licks over your folds, humming at your taste.
“Grab onto the headboard, Angel.” He says before his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks wantonly upon the pulsing nub. Shivers bloom across your back.
You moan, grinding onto his face, he groans. Hands clutching your hips not letting you move away, Bucky laps at your entrance, licking stripes from your clit to circle and back. Nibbling on the clit your mewls and preens don’t stop, his light scruff burns deliciously over your inner thighs and folds.
“Bucky please, please, please—,” You warn as the coil snaps again, his hips lift off of the bed in response as he hungrily devours you for every single drop. When he doesn’t relent you try pulling away, you can feel yourself getting slick again as his ministrations continue.
His large hands push you back to sit on his lap again, pink lips glistening as he smirks. He pulls you close chest to chest.
“Rewarding.” He comments lazily tracing patters on your thigh.
You look down, the tent in his pants achingly visible.
“Can, can I?” You request.
“All words, Angel, need to know the filth that goes on in that innocent little mind, tell me is it all for me? Have my thoughts been corrupting you?” Your thighs squeeze at his word.
“Have you touched yourself thinking about me? Played with my pussy without asking me?” His thumb returns to your clit.
“Yes.” You squeak.
“Tell me what you’ve thought about baby?” He questions, “Tell me while you undo my pants, go on.”
Shaky fingers reach for the button, “I’ve thought, I’ve though about you fucking me, in your study.” You undo the zipper.
“Bent over my table?” He questions watch your tits with every deep breath you take.
You shake your head, toying with the wait band of his boxers.
“Against the window? My sweet, innocent, Angel wants the world to see I’m fucking her?” He questions, you nod.
“And maybe the table too.” You add, drawing amused laughter from him.
“What else, Angel?” He questions pace on your clit increasing, “Take my cock out.”
You do as he says, pumping him from bottom to top, his length is massive and girth as well. You bite your lip.
“Angel, don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll fit, pussy was made for my cock.” He hisses as you rub your thumb on the slit then you bring the precum covered digit to your lips, locking eyes with him.
“Go on, taste me.” He watches as you clean your thumb eyes closed and humming at his taste before returning your hand to his cock.
“Stand up, we’re going to my office.” Bucky’s cock twitches in your hold.
His clothes are discarded, he easily lips you up, legs wrapped around him, his cock shifts over your folds with each step, Bucky keeps his lips pressed to yours as he easily moves to his office down the hall.
“Bend over the table corner.” He instructs, setting you down, you do as he says the cold marble has you shift, the rounded corner touches your clit.
“Just how I pictured.” He hums appreciative, lining himself up with you, slowly sinking in inch by inch you both moan in synchrony. Bucky grabs your hands holding them behind you. The arch it creates has him move in deeper, tip right against your g-spot.
“Fuck, so fucking tight, look at you, spread out for me, what would people say? Innocent little Angel is Bucky’s pretty little slut. She fantasises about being fucked by him. I’ll fuck you on every surface if you ask me.” His hips snap you cry out, clenching hard around him.
“Only you.” You whimper, as his pace increases, the cold marble rubbing against your clit.
“Fuck, how good are you squeezing me, cunt doesn’t want to let me go.” Bucky groans, pulling you up.
His cock moves deeper, your back is against his chest, his left hand moves to your clit, right hand around your throat squeezing lightly. Your walls quiver around him.
“Oh Angel likes being choked? Fuck, you’re perfect. My pretty little slut, look at you.” He groans, adding pressure and the sounds of his cock have you mewl and preen.
“Please, please, please,” More incoherent thoughts spill from your lips, he feels so good, so good. So deep.
“Only I, get to see you this way don’t I? Begging, on the brink of bliss.”
Yes, yes, yes—“Bucky, please—,”
“Look at you, can only think about my cock filling you up so good, can’t you Angel?” He bites down on your neck, leaving his mark.
“So, g-good,” You choke on another moan.
Your hands around his neck, your nails manage to claw at his flesh. Bucky knows he’s not going to last, he knows you aren’t going to either.
“Go on Angel, cum so you can feel me everywhere. My dirty, little, pretty girl. Innocent little slutty Angel.” His words set off the flame that consumed your veins, distantly you hear a desperate cry of Bucky’s name, Bucky groans your name in response your spasming walls setting his orgasm off.
He continues to fuck you through your orgasms, panting in his arms, Bucky loves how your pussy feels wrapped around him. He leans back taking you with him into his plush chair.
Cock still inside of you, his fingers rubbing at your clit, you protest, his hand clutches at your hair, lips swallow down your protests, fingers moving fast your babbles return, cumming undone on his cock, marking it with yourself.
“Look at that Angel, you’ve claimed my cock.” He admires the fluids coating your thighs and his balls, gathering the cum, he brings his fingers to your lips.
You keep your eyes locked with his, as you lick his fingers clean. Your clit pulses at the taste. Bucky smirks feeling your pussy clench. Your mind is a haze as his lips press kisses to your temple and cheek.
“I’ve got all night to corrupt your thoughts further. Against the window next, Angel. I know someone who would hate to miss out on the show we put on.” He chuckles darkly, hands roam your body.
You hum tiredly, basking in the warmth, Bucky’s eyes shift to the broken crown discarded to the floor.
“Little corrupted Angel.” He hums, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, "My Angel." He repeats, placing a soft kiss over the love bite on your neck.
"All yours, Bucky." You whisper, tilting your head back to meet his blue eyes.
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