cuddles from this beefy bucky bear after a long day 🥺🥺
It was a long day, not really bad but not great either. Teetering on the edge of being too much. All you want is to lay down and do nothing. Preferably with Bucky.
You sent him one text saying you missed him. He responded he would be home in twenty minutes.
He got home in five.
You wouldn't even have to say anything, he knows what you need when you look up at him. An adoring grin curving his lips up, blue eyes tracing your face.
There's so much to be said about how he looks at you. Sometimes he can't take his eyes off you. He can't think of a good reason why he would want to.
He takes off his shirt, putting it on the back of the couch. And he gets in beside you, warm skin, firm muscles caging in you. Safe. Protected. Cherished. You breathe in his crisp aftershave and a hint of coffee on his breath. His steady heartbeat in your ear, soft lips on your forehead. Everything will be okay.
"Missed you too."
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bye i‘ll never be able to eat spaghetti normally again
Summary: Bucky decides to personally feed you spaghetti and keep you stuffed while he does it.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Warnings: 18 +, Minors DNI, cockwarming, edging.
A/N: Based on this ask where reader chooses food over Bucky and he doesn't like that😏
As always don't copy, repost, reuse, rewrite or translate my work. Even if you give me credit.
Bucky twirls a few strands of spaghetti around your fork, lifting it to your lips. You stare at him with baleful wide eyes, sweat beading across your forehead.
"You said you were hungry, gorgeous." His gravelly voice trailing along your jaw as he drags his beard across your throat. "Eat, pretty girl."
Dark blue eyes wander up to your face, the thin rim around his blown pupils challenging to to open your mouth.
You tug your bottom lip into your mouth and pull at your wrists, his soft leather belt securing them behind yourbodies.
Wiggling your fingers, you give up when you realize you're only pushing your chest over the hard planes of his chest, his dog tags swaying between your bodies.
"C'mon and eat your food like a good girl." He says, lustful eyes dropping to your lips. "You know you want to."
You tilt your head back, staring at the kitchen ceiling with a muffled groan. This man is going to be the death of you.
Only he could do this to you.
His warm tongue licks up the side of your exposed throat and you shiver. The spicy aroma of basil and tomatoes mingling with his masculine cedar scent curls over you in waves.
"Open up." His breathy words sharp and deeper than before.
Your stomach flutters at his command. You feel him getting impatient and you like it. He has you so frustrated, it's only fair he gets a little taste of his own medicine.
He nips at your chin, drawing your face back to his. And you gasp. Bucky looks like he's going to devour you.
You part your lips slightly and he groans. "Thats my good girl."
You clench down at his praise and he grunts through gritted teeth, sliding the fork into your mouth. You chew deliberately, slowly, watching his swollen lips drift between your joined bodies and your mouth.
You clasp your fingers together and brace yourself as you swallow. His effervescent eyes watch your throat move and he grins. "Good girl."
No matter how many times he does it, fills you with his thick cock, you're never ready.
One hand grips your hips, holding you down as he snaps his own up. "Oh god, Bucky," you sigh.
The chair creaking and wobbling under you, adding to the sweet sensations of his throbbing cock thrusting into your slick, tight walls. Your body bounces over him as he fucks you harder, the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he listens to you cry out his name.
"Oh fuck, baby. Yes. yesyesyes right the-." Your moans end in a pitiful wail when he drops back into the chair, stilling your movements with his ringed hand.
You can't stand this, you've lost count of how many times he's brought you to the edge.
Looking over your shoulder, you almost cry at the amount of food left on the plate. You should have never said you could eat it. Should have known when he let you tease him as he cooked that he had something planned.
"Bucky, please, I'll never choose food over you again." You whine, trying to circle your hips, unable to break from his hold. "Please."
Bucky inhales through his nose, the corner of his lips twisting up. His chest grazing your sensitive nipples. "Oh no gorgeous, I take care of my girl."
He reaches over and gets another fork full of spaghetti, spearing a meatball, the sauce dripping down your chest. Your core aches when he licks it off your heated skin.
Bringing the fork back to your lips, he grins "I'm going to make sure you're full pretty girl. Keep you stuffed." He's stretching you so good you can't take anymore.
Bucky knows that you're so close to breaking, your eyes glazing over when he rolls your hips over him. He shifts his own up, his cock moving deeper in you, covering your lips with his, breathing in your moans.
Breaking away, he pushes you firmly down on his cock, ignoring your begging for him to please let you cum, he taps your lips with the fork. "Open up."
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