Due to eating a protein enriched porridge while under Hydra’s brainwashing for 70 years, Bucky has a sweet tooth. It took him awhile to work up to it since for a major portion of his life he was told when to eat. Working through the brainwashing when it came to actually eating was very difficult and many meals were missed while he did (sometimes, though, he has to be reminded about a meal- old habits). The first sweet he ate was a donut from a coffee shop while on the run from Steve & Sam. For over a week, he would go into the cafe to get a coffee and eagerly stare at the donuts behind the glass. Sometimes the baristas would ask if he would want one and he would get nervous and quickly leave. Until one day he managed to force out a shaky yes and he got his donut, almost running back to his safe house to eat it, nervous and looking over his shoulder the whole way.
After that, sweets were more than an indulgence. They were a symbol of when Bucky could voice what he truly wanted for the first time.
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Barnes AU: similar to the office episode 6x16 delivery: where Pam doesn’t want to go to the hospital til late for the birth of her baby and Jim’s just freaking out. I’m not sure if you’re an office fan though! :) but would be nice to see Bucky like that. I can imagine sam kinda being like Michael.
here comes becca
note | uh so weirdly enough i just started watching the office this month and just watched this episode last night wtf how weird is that
When it’s time to have Rebecca Barnes, you feel like you know everything from the last time you have birth and insisted that you wait a along as possible to go the hospital. It was so you could a whole two days in the hospital to recuperate after the baby, but it seemed as if little Becca Barnes had other plans.
You were determined, though. Bucky was going to have a heart attack. It was the middle of the summer, you, Bucky, and Grant had all gone to the Wilson’s for a pre-Fourth of July celebration before the big neighborhood bash tomorrow (which wouldn’t have fireworks since many of the attendees had experience in the army and it can be quite triggering).
The contractions had started in the morning and Bucky had wanted to go ahead to go the hospital, but you told him no. Sam had helped you the couch while Grant asked questions repeatedly to Bucky.
You had waddled back into the yard where Bucky sat on the bench with Grant, a stressed look on his face.
“It’s going to be fine,”You told him, stepping towards with an easy breath.
“I think we should go to the hospital.”
“The book says seven to five minutes, its only at six, we got time, it’ll be fine,”You assured him.”Trust me, Buck.”
“I do, trust you, but maybe you should trust me with this.”
“I’m the one in labor, when I’m ready to go, I’ll go.”
“We match!”Grant noticed finally, the large tee shirt was the same symbol of Cap’s Shield on it. Grant wore a similar one today.
Bucky glanced over your form, tilting his head curiously,”Did you change?”
“Oh, yeah, my water broke and it made a whole mess—“
“What?!”Bucky asked in a panic, making Grant jump slightly at the booming voice. He quickly apologized to his toddler before standing up to try and move you towards the door.
“We’re leaving, Sam can watch Grant, we don’t have much time unless you want to birth in Sam’s living room.”
“I like his living room, he has a nice ambiANCE!” You screamed, clutching your bump and reaching out for Bucky to catch you. He helped you the chair while Grant looked at you in terror.
“It’s okay, baby,”You cried out,”Don’t be scared, I-I’m fine.”
Grant’s eyes were welled up with tears, making you cry too, not just from the pain. Bucky kissed your forehead before calling out for Sam.
Sam came around the corner,”Oh god, it’s time, we’re having a baby.”
“We?”Bucky asked, tilting his head.”You have your own baby on the way, man.”
It was true, his fiancée also happened to be pregnant. She was a two months away from giving birth to her own little girl, but Sam had always been super involved with you and Bucky so he felt like he needed to panic too.
“Grant, go to Uncle Sammy,”Bucky told him, heart aching at how sad Grant looked.
“Mommy hurts,”Grant cried, almost as if he were completely in sync with your emotions.
Sam picked Grant up, rubbing the toddler’s back gently and trying to soothe him.”Hey, your mama is gonna be okay, bud, and you’ll have a cute little sister after this.”
“You need to calm down,”You told Bucky,”Your aura is too much, you gotta breathe,” You hissed in pain, trying to simultaneously send calming waves over Bucky.
“Stop that, you’ll hurt yourself,”Bucky told you, kissing your forehead. He tried to calm his own emotions,”Hey, you know what will calm me?”
“What?”You panted, trying to make it through the contraction.
“Let me take you to the hospital.”
When you finally listened, Bucky took you to the hospital and you were in labor for 14 more hours. By the time your baby girl was born, it was the Fourth of July and you were exhausted.
Bucky praised you, loved you, and took care of you until you had successfully give birth. Hours later, you finally got both of your babies with you.
“Mommy!”Grant came tumbling in, much chiper that he had been the last you saw him. Bucky quickly caught him before climbing the bed.
“Gotta be gentle, bud,”Bucky chuckled, glancing at you cradling the little baby. He sat Grant on the edge of the bed, taking little Rebecca in his arms to let Grant cuddle up in your arms. He sat with his back against your chest, between your legs so that you couldn’t hold him.
Bucky gently put Rebecca in Grant’s arms, holding most of her weight while you supported her head so Grant could hold her. Bucky sat on your side, smiling down at his little family.
Sam clicked a quick picture, the first photograph of the Barnes’. Grant kissed her forehead, giggling when she blinked up at him. He whispered a little love you that made you cry. It was sweet, and Sam captured it on film.
“You ever decide on the full name?”Sam asked curiously as Bucky took her back into his arms fully. He felt safer with his baby curled into his arms peacefully.
“Rebecca Natalie Barnes,”You answer, sniffling while you gazed at her perfect face.”Felt like right you know? Nat saved my life, the first friend I had outside of my boarding school, the first non-mutant to accept me. She was my best friend, it’s only right that my strong little girl be named after the strongest woman I’ve ever met.”
“She’d like that,”Sam chuckled,”Born on Fourth of July too, just like Steve, think she might be the next Captain?”
Bucky smiled at that, glancing down at his baby girl with tears in his eyes,”She might, got that look in her eyes, she’s gonna be trouble.”
“Just like her daddy,”You giggled, leaning against his arm while Grant cuddled against your chest all clingy like.
“‘m not trouble,”Bucky murmured.
“You literally broke someone out of prison,”Sam reminded him.
“Let it go,”Bucky rolled his eyes, kissing Rebecca’s little forehead.”She’s my perfect girl, she’s not gonna go near anything like that. She’s gonna be good trouble.”
“Look, she already has your pout,”Sam joked.
“I call that’s the Barnes Grump,”You teased, grinning sheepishly,”All my loves tend to be little grumps except Buck, of course, he’s a big grump.”
Bucky smiled happily, not much of a grump at the moment. How could he be when everything was perfect?
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Bucky loves to have his hair played with, even if it’s just relaxing on the couch. He will melt under the touch and possibly fall asleep, especially after a rough day. He will not come out and just ask for it, generally being quiet about his wants. Though having a partner who can naturally tell when he needs a little extra tenderness makes him treasure them all that much more.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Description: The pet names Bucky calls you.
Warnings: Nope just absolute fluff.
A/N: Bucky Barnes is the absolute loml. Does this count as a headcanon? Honestly I have no clue. Reminder that requests are open for this 106 year old loml. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.
This one was a no-brainer, given the fact he grew up when the use of this name was in full swing. You absolutely adored whenever he called you doll, it always gave you butterflies.
You were standing in the kitchen when you felt his arms wrap around your waist, one warm and soft, the other cold and hard. You hummed in pleasure as you continued baking your cookies.
"What are you making, doll?" He asked as he placed his head in the crook of your neck.
"Cookies." You replied with a smile as your cheeks heated up at the simple name.
He always used this name in passing. Whether it be you making your way through the compound after training or as simple as walking past him on the couch. The name made you feel warm and fuzzy, like a small reassurance that he was completely infatuated with you.
You were making your way out of training when Bucky was heading into the gym for his.
"Hey, sweetheart." Bucky smiled at you softly as his hand grazed over your passing hand.
You smiled in response as you gave him a fleeting glance before heading back on your way.
He only used this name once in a while but it always managed to put a huge smile on your face. It always made you giggle at how domestic your relationship seemed whenever he called you that.
"Come here, darling." Bucky whispered as he held his blanket open for you.
You giggled before taking a seat next to him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. The movie already started playing as Sam walked in with two bowls of popcorn with Peter trailing behind him holding two more. Bucky was practically your personal heater as you cuddled up next to him as the theme song for the movie came out of the speakers.
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↝ LEMONADE ; BUCKY BARNES
SUMMARY || a new city, a new house, a new life, & a new hot neighbour who just so happens to be really good with his hands.
PAIRING || neighbour!bucky x reader
WORD COUNT || 2,600 words
WARNINGS || talk of cheating [readers ex-husband], talk of divorce, reader doesn’t want kids [kid-free by choice], character mention: sam wilson, sexual tension with bucky, pet-name [plum], mention of spanking, lots of teasing, bucky works out shirtless, sexual activities in the kitchen, bucky takes readers panties off with teeth, bucky keeps readers panties, oral, squirting, sex against window, exhibitionism, dog tag kink, choking [bicep], dumbification [dumb baby, stupid, big girl words], belly bulge kink, size kink, mocking + degradation, breeding kink, wife/housewife kink, unprotected sex — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
NOTES || trying out a new format <<3
It was always men that managed to ruin your life.
From your high school boyfriend abandoning you at prom or your that one college hookup that managed to say all the wrong things.
It was always men.
You thought your husband, ex, husband was different. That’s why you agreed to marry him in the first place.
He was sweet and charming, whisking you away on dates and telling you how pretty you looked.
The facade didn’t last. After the honeymoon is when things slowly started crumbling.
He began picking up longer working hours, claiming that it was exactly what you guys needed to start a family.
A family? He never listened to you.
You didn’t want kids. In fact, you were incredibly happy being the aunt to all you nieces and nephews making sure that you were their safe space.
It was never in your books to have kids.
So when you discovered that you wonderful, loving, caring husband had cheated on you—you didn’t hesitate to draft up divorce papers, find a new place, and then spend six months travelling the world.
You met amazing people and made amazing memories. But you were back again at a new city city, a new job, and a new house.
It felt so…empty.
Minimalism not by choice, but by necessity.
A few pictures hung on the walls, some of your family and friends, but were mostly cheap prints you found at your local home goods store.
A work in progress, is what you told yourself as you slowly settled in. It didn’t have to perfect.
The neighbourhood was nice; cute, quaint, and quiet. The people were nice and helpful, welcoming you as you caught the eyes of a particular neighbour.
Everyone called him James, but he introduced himself as Bucky as he extended an arm for you to shake.
It was warm, a beaming smile on his face as he pointed to the u-haul truck in your driveway, “need any help?”
You remember shaking your head, pride and ego too high before Bucky scoffed and said “you expect me to believe that a pretty little thing like you is gonna carry in an entire couch by herself?”
You felt embarrassed. You therapist did tell you that it was okay to ask for help, so you finally caved.
Bucky called over another neighbour; Sam.
He made you laugh within the first five minutes as his nephews came barrelling down the street yelling “we can help!”
And they did, the two boys probably did more than the three adults ever did—and the best part is that they still had energy by the end of it.
“I don’t have much, but how about I order us some pizza’s as a thank you?” You offered, shutting your fridge as you realized you had nothing but a few beers and some ketchup.
Sam laughed, “I’ll take you up on that offer next time, but I’ve gotta get back.”
You thanked him profusely, telling that the pizza offer didn’t expire before it was just you and Bucky.
The old you would have never asked for help, let alone offering a stranger dinner, but here you were.
You both are swapping stories before the night grew young and you’d swapped numbers.
Yeah, this neighbourhood was alright.
Bucky had a habit of doing most things shirtless.
Not like you minded, in fact, it didn’t seem like anyone in the neighbourhood really minded. Only Sam ever giving Bucky shit asking do you even own any shirts?
It was Sunday morning which meant you’d woken up to multiple sets of lawnmowers and the faint sound of chirping birds before you’d decided that you’d add your brand new hydrangea tree to your front yard.
Lucky for you, Bucky had decided to workout at the same time.
He jogged past you, stopping to send you a wink, “lookin’ good, plum!” He chuckled, stopping on his driveway as you saw the gym equipment in his garage.
You could do nothing but shake your head and laugh as you continued to prod at the dirt.
The sexual tension that Bucky carried with him was obvious. You’d learned very quickly that everyone was interested in getting into Bucky’s pants, but no one had ever gotten that lucky.
He loved the attention though, he had to as he did pull-ups in full view of everyone.
It wasn’t long until his sweaty torso, dog tags clinging softly, was making it’s way over to you as he brushed a few beads of sweat off his forehead before crouching down beside you.
“What are these?” He asked, slightly out of breath as you dropped the small shovel in your hand, “hydrangea’s.” You answered, smiling as you finished patting the soil.
He hummed, “they smell sweet.”
You nodded your head, “they’re my favourite.”
Bucky looked at you, smiling, “not as sweet as you though, plum.”
It was an instinct to roll your eyes as Bucky chuckled, the two of you standing up as the local power walking club passed you; mostly paying attention to the shirtless Bucky.
You couldn’t blame them.
“You wanna come in for some lemonade? It’s freshly squeezed,” you enticed him as he chuckled, “I’d love some.”
Bucky knew your house all too well, his trips becoming so frequent that you had decided to give him the tour one night before dinner.
They were cookie cutter houses, an identical copy to all the other houses on the block, but Bucky still took the tour as if his life depended on it.
“Any plans for today?” You asked, opening the fridge as you grabbed the glass pitcher while Bucky slid onto one of the bar stools.
“I’ve got a few case files to look over tonight,” he groaned as you poured him a tall glass and slid it over to him before you did the same for yourself.
Bucky was an attorney, so it made sense as to why he didn’t have wife.
Or at least that’s what you told yourself because surely there’s eligible people that he’s shown interest in.
His work hours were hectic and never consistent, some days staying in the office until five and other until one in the morning.
“Well then here’s to the weekend,” you smiled, raising your glass as Bucky did the same, lightly tapping them against one another before taking a sip.
He let out an approving moan, eyes locked with yours as he licked the remaining lemonade from his bottom lip; but he knew what he was doing.
“Almost as sweet as you,” he was proud, the smirk on his lips telling enough as you shook your head, “you’ve gotta put that pent up sexual energy to use, James.”
The slip of his name always did something to him, watching the way his eyes darkened just a little.
“Plum if you call me James one more time I’ll have no choice but to put you over my knee,” he deadpanned, your breath catching in your throat at the prospect.
Was that something you were into? You weren’t sure, but for Bucky? You’d try anything once.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you mumbled jokingly, half jokingly, as you began wiping the counter down to distract yourself from the fact that Bucky had stood up and was reaching his black and gold arm out to place over yours; stopping your movements.
“Let’s stop playin’ this game,” he purrs, heavy hand tugging you so you’re facing him.
His hair has grown since you’d met him almost eight months ago, pushed back from his sweaty workout as you meet his gaze.
It’s darkened, pupils consuming his irises as you swallow thickly, “what game?”
He shakes his head, looking down as another smirk tugs at his lips, “don’t act stupid with me now.”
A shiver rolls down your spine at the authority in his voice and the way he’s holding you by your bicep.
“Don’t act like you don’t think ‘bout me late at night,” he purr, voice dropping an octave and you can smell him.
There’s sweat and bergamot, presumably his deodorant as you’re chewing on the inside of your cheek.
“Do you wanna know what I think about, plum?” He then cooes, cupping your face gently with his cool palm.
You can only nod your head.
He turns your head, “see those windows?” He asks, your eyes scanning the large living room glass before you nod your head.
“They look out into the entire neighbourhood,” he whispers, “and I’ve dreamin’ ‘bout the day I get to fuck you ‘gainst them for everyone to see.”
His words make you gasp, breath hitching in your throat as you have to bite your lip to stop the moan that threatens to slip past your lips.
“Dreamin’ ‘bout the day I get to make you mine.”
You feel butterflies, but not in your tummy.
He pulls you close again, pressed against his crotch and oh.
“That’s what you do to me,” you wiggle your hips instinctively, finding your confidence and Bucky sees this.
“Use those big girl words of yours, plum. I know you’re a smart girl,” he mocks, tapping your lip and suddenly you forget how to speak.
“I want you to use me,” you finally manage to spit out, watching the way Bucky’s face lights up and the way his cock twitches against your hip.
“Good girl, see what happens when you put that baby brain of yours to work?” He taunts you, already bunching your sundress until he’s hiking it around your waist so he can slip his fingers under your panties.
It makes you gasp, eyes closing and mouth opening as he runs warm fingers through your folds.
“So fuckin’ wet,” he growls, “barely need any warmin’ up, could probably take my cock right now, so desperate.”
Oh how his taunts makes your knees weak.
He’s quick to sink to his knees, nose prodding your covered core as he looks up at you before he’s biting your panties with his teeth and slowly tugging them down your legs.
That’s a new one.
It causes a moan to bubble, leaning against your counter as he shoves your panties into his pocket, “I think I’ll keep these.”
Do whatever you want, just touch me you keep repeating in your head as you feel his hot breath over your pussy.
His mouth is finally over you, lapping your juice up as he hums and moans against you. The vibrations are enough to have you teetering on the edge, his beard rubbing against your inner thighs and you’ll be feeling that tomorrow.
“God,” he groans, “you’re so fuckin’ sweet, plum.”
You look down, seeing the way he’s palming himself through his shorts all while he’s eating you out and it sends a shiver running over your body.
He pulls away, lips glistening under the light filtering through your windows, “have you ever squirted?”
The question catches you off-guard, mouth slightly agape as you stutter out nonsense.
“I-uh, I think? Maybe, once, I-I don’t,” you don’t know what the right answer is, but Bucky just hushes you.
“I want you to relax, okay? Don’t think, jus’ feel.” He explains as you swallow and nod your head before he’s back between your legs.
He starts slow again, with his tongue flat against you before feel his fingers at your entrance.
When he slowly stretches you, curling his vibranium fingers, there’s absolutely no holding back.
“That’s it baby,” he cooes, “can feel you squeezin’ me, I know you wanna,” it’s a slightly foreign feeling. The tightness and pressure mixing and meshing with each other as sudden waves start washing over you.
It happens all of a sudden, a loud yelp leaving you as you soak Bucky’s face and chest, and Bucky looks feral.
He’s up, standing, before pulling you into a kiss, your first kiss, where you can taste yourself.
“You ever done that, plum?” He asks, heaving chest and aching cock as you shake your head, “no.”
““Course you haven’t, but that sweet cunt’s mine now, gonna have you squirtin’ every goddamn day.” He growls, quickly tearing your dress off of you, taking a step back and admiring you.
“You see this?” He pulls his cock free, pumping himself, “all because of you.”
You’re kissing him again, skin against skin, as you’re moving towards the large windows in the early afternoon light before Bucky has you pressed up against it.
The glass is cold against your skin, nipples perking up as you gasp again, “now everyone’ll know jus’ who you belong to.”
It makes you whimper, feeling him run the head of his cock through your folds teasingly.
He kicks your feet apart further before he’s wrapping his bicep around your neck, getting so close to your ear that you can feel his breath against you.
When he sinks into your slowly, you relax against him, “fuck,” he hisses, “so fuckin’ tight.”
Your walls flutter around him, greedily grabbing him as you swallow him.
“Takin’ my cock so well, baby. And all for the neighbours to see,” he chuckles lowly, bottoming out and pulling your back flush against his chest.
His warm, wandering hand starts down at your clit, teasing you before slowly running up your tummy before he groans.
“M’so deep ‘side you, can you feel me?” He purrs, pressing on the belly bulge as another low groan echos in your ear.
“Bucky,” you whine, wiggling your ass as you feel your slick against your own thighs now, without a doubt dripping onto Bucky too.
“Aww, sweetheart,” he’s mocking now, “you need’a be fucked? Can feel how wet and desperate you are.”
He rocks his hips, a gentle taunt as he gets even deeper.
“S’okay,” he cooes, “m’gonna take care of ya even better than that husband of yours ever did.”
He then snaps his hips harshly, taking the breath from your lungs as you’re pressed harder against the glass.
You can feel his now hot dog tags pressed against your back, clinking together as he fucks you deep and hard.
“C’mon, plum,” he grunts, “want you to squirt over my cock.”
The same pressure is there again, like a rubber band waiting to snap as Bucky’s fingers find your clit and you can’t hold it back anymore.
You’re soaking his cock, pushing him out with the force of your orgasm as Bucky bites down on your shoulder before he’s slipping back inside of you.
“My dirty slut, gettin’ fucked for the neighbours to see,” he growls, “but ‘m not satisfied yet.”
He’s grabbing your ass, squeezing the supple flesh, “cum for me, cream over my cock, plum. Let me breed you.”
You’re whimpering, voice leaving you as you feel your orgasm gripping your body in immense pleasure before Bucky’s hips are stuttering deep inside of you and you can feel the twitch of his cock.
The sound of Bucky cumming, deep, rumbling moans replay in your mind as you find your breath again, his bicep relaxing from your neck.
He presses soft kisses to your shoulders and neck, turning you around with a lazy smile.
“You’d make a great wife, y’know that?” He smirks, wiping your bottom lip, “sweet, innocent lookin’ thing on the outside, but fuck do you make my knees weak, plum.”
You can’t help but giggle, pulling him in by his dog tags, “take me to dinner first, James.” You purr teasingly, watching him bite his lip, “only if I can have you for dessert.”
Dessert, breakfast, lunch, dinner? Bucky didn’t care, he just wanted you always.
And he finally got you.
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Sam and Bucky have a -fuck this i need you- word. Sam got the idea 3 weeks after Steve left because he kept walking in on Bucky crying and eating ice cream, Sam said to Bucky that he should never have to eat ice cream alone. It doesn’t get used too often anymore and strangely it’s mostly by Sam even though it was mainly set up to keep Bucky company. Sam hates being alone, he spent too much time alone and he worries about Bucky more then he breathes.
Bucky always shows up with ice cream and tissues even though he ends up stealing all the ice cream, he tells Sam stories about Steve and tells Sam about how scary it is being in this new world. Sam never really needs to use the word but he does because he loves hearing Bucky talk and he loves the glow of Bucky’s blue eyes even more.
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After every mission Sam and Bucky do together they spend HOURS like literally all night cuddling and watching each other. Bucky always say he won’t cry but after an hour he’s full on weeping, holding onto Sam like if he lets go he’ll fall. They tend to each others wounds and Sam puts on music from the ‘40s to calm Bucky down. Both of them fall in love all over again every time and that is why they fight so hard, just so they can be in each others arms in the end.
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Imagine: Wanda telling you a dumb joke.
*Not my GIF
(NOTE: There’s something you might like at the very end of this post, right after the imagine, but for now, enjoy the fluffiness)
You’re sitting on your bed in the Avengers’ compound, intensely invested in a book; Dracula, a classic, and a perfect one for October. And the tenth time you’ve read it consecutively. You’ve had a stoic and focused face for days, and no one else has been able to pry you out of reading it. Unbeknownst to you, they’re extremely worried. You’ve barely ate or slept since you started reading it. You’re so invested, in fact, that you don’t notice the dark-red-haired beauty of your girlfriend sit on the bed with you until she taps you on the knee several times.
“What?” you grumble, a little irritated.
Wanda smiles at you.
“You’ve been really into that book, haven’t you, (y/n)?” she asks.
“Duh! And I still am. So I’d like to continue it.”
You try to go back to reading your book, but Wanda lays her head in your lap.
“You know, there’s a way to tell if a vampire is sick,” she says.
For some reason, this intrigues you. Yes, the book is good, but how you tell if a vampire’s sick is something you feel compelled to know, because why not?
Okay, I’ll bite.
She snickers a little.
“You see if they’re coffin,” she beams cutely.
This is the first time in some time that you’ve found yourself putting the book down. You scrunch your eyes shut and purse your lips as you snicker before covering your face for a bit.
“Wanda!” you laugh as you move your hands from your face. “Oh my God....that was so dumb!”
“I know,” she giggles. “But I missed seeing you smile, (y/n).”
You feel your heart flutter like a hyperactive butterfly, and that’s when it hits you. Your hunger and fatigue come crashing at you like a car. Your stomach growls and your eyesight is extremely blurry. And the signs show.
“Also, we’ve been worried about that,” another voice says.
You barely see Bucky heading into your bedroom. He sets a plate of food down on your nightstand.
“That too,” Wanda says sympathetically.
You try to eat something, but at the same time, you feel your eyes begin to sting.
“(Y/N), sweetie, please rest,” she tells you. “Your love for reading is amazing, but you need to take a break every now and then.”
You’re reluctant, but then she says....
“You can rest your head on my lap.”
The second she sets herself up, your head is on her lap. You can smell her familiar, soft, flowery scent, and it immediately relaxes you, as does her gentle kiss on your forehead. She puts a blanket on you, and a beautiful Sokovian lullaby rolls gently out of her mouth and into your ears, prompting another smile from you.
“It’s always so worth the grumpiness to see you smile, (y/n),” she sighs happily.
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yoooo frienddd pls write Kissing HCs (or dating) for my main men Peter, Bucky and Steve. Thanks! ❤️❤️❤️
Ofcc! How could I say no to MCU men😍
Thank you @kuroosdreamwifey
[warning: Major Fluff, minor NSFW for Bucky and Steve]
Cheek kisses are a norm in your relationship.
Whether it's seeing you during school or hanging out later, cheek kisses are how you usually greet each other.
It was probably also how you first kissed him.
Thank you kisses, happy he's still alive kisses and greeting kisses were all on the cheek.
Of course being hormonal teenagers, you two did have an occasionally steamy make out session in either his bedroom, or on the roof of a building after he took you there with his webs🤫.
Apart from that kisses on the lips were usually soft pecks while cuddling or after dropping you home after a date.
Forehead kisses are also definitely a thing when either one of you are unwell (mentally and physically)!
He doesn't mind PDA.
Loves to hold hands with fingers intertwined while walking.
When you're walking in a crowded place, he hooks your arm around his to keep you close <3
CUDDLES! PETER LOVES TO CUDDLE!
He loves it when you two are sitting on the couch or the bed (usually at his place) legs jumbled with no way out, arms wrapped loosely around each other, just watching a show or reading a book together
And please, oh please! Put 👏🏼 your 👏🏼 arms 👏🏼 under 👏🏼 his 👏🏼 hoodie🥺
When you curl up into his side with your head on his chest, he just wants to melt around you and never let you go.
Study dates are a definite thing. Although it usually goes on for maybe about an hour max, before you both abandon your books to cuddle and munch on snacks.
Most of your dates consist of only cuddles, food and a movie.
But on special occasions, you'll wander out into the world to spend the day in an amusement park or carnival, or maybe an afternoon eating ice cream in a park!
Some evenings are also spent dorking out with Ned.
Aunt May, Happy and Tony would definitely know and May would just LOVE you.
Partially because you're dating Peter but also because she'd never seen Peter so relaxed and happy with anyone else but you (´ε｀ )
James Buchanan Barnes
He attempts all sorts of kisses with you. If he's heard about it, he's trying it.
But he definitely has his favorites
Corner 👏🏼 mouth 👏🏼 kisses 👏🏼
He does this because it leaves you flustered as you grab him my his shirt and pull him in to give him a proper kiss, only letting him go when your satisfied.
Oh the small smirk that plays on his lips and the tiny bit of amusement in his eyes as he sees you go red because of him overwhelmed with feelings of joy, because dammit! He can't believe he can make someone feel something other than fear 🥺
And when you're cuddling with him never hesitate to hold onto his metal arm and give it a kiss as you settle down. It melts his heart everytime!
He's a big softie, and he doesn't mind showing it
And he loves it when you play with his hair and call him pretty (long haired Bucky supremacy)
Movie nights are a must.
Most of your date nights are you catching him up on your favourite movies
When you two cuddle, there is NO fixed spoon.
He loves to wrap around you, your head either on his right arm or chest as he presses kisses to the back of your head, base of your neck or behind your ear
And sometimes you big spoon him, throwing your leg around his waist, your head buried in between his shoulder blades and yours fingers interlaced resting on his stomach.
In the beginning of your relationship, he preferred hugs from the front. He didn't wanna risk getting scared and accidently choking you (mind out of the gutter)!
But as your relationship progresses— after you warn him— you slowly slide your arms around his waist and press a kiss to the base of his neck.
He loves to back hug you too. Thinks it's very cheesy, so he does it often.
He likes PDA. He's definitely kissed you deeply in public - not making out, but just deep enough to make you want more.
And of course he always holds you with his right hand, so that his metal arm is free to protect you
He often let's you take the lead in bed
Initially he's treats you so carefully - like you're glass, one wrong move and you'll break.
You take time to reassure him, encouraging him to let go
Of course once he gets comfortable with doing so, he's still not that rough because he is, by nature, a gentle lover <3
Praising kink! Constant "Oh God, you're so fucking beautiful" and "You feel so good"
His go-to position is when your facing him and he's on top of you trailing kisses on your face and neck.
Your man is kinda old fashioned. He prefers the classic romances.
He'll kiss you on the cheek in greeting, just missing your mouth.
He'll take both your hands in his and kiss them when he's complimenting you or telling you he loves you.
If you're feeling a little shy or embarrassed, he'll hold your chin and tilt your head up to look him in the eye as he gives you a soft smile and presses a kiss to your lips to make you feel better.
And when he wants to take it a step further, he'll wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him or hook one of his hand behind your ear, thumb caressing your cheek as he gives you a deep kiss.
He definitely loves to call you things like doll, sweetheart, darling and so on (♡ω♡ )
More than half the movies and shows on his list are recommended by you = binging together!
Obviously we can't talk about him without talking about his artsy side.
He leaves you notes saying "I love you doll," "Eat something<3" "Don't forget your umbrella" and more, with little doodles on the side or back.
Sometimes when both of you are relaxing, he'll take out a notebook and draw you (he has a seperate book just for drawing you that he never shows anyone <3)
PDA isn't really his thing, but he'll do the small things like hooking your pinky with his and holding your hand if it makes you happy :)
Dates will usually be the two of you going out to eat somewhere or maybe just for coffee.
You'll also go out to the movies and sometimes a drive in theater with lots of movie snacks.
He's definitely the type to walk you home, upto your door, if you don't live together.
He's also the type to give you his jacket, even if it's not cold, on your way back.
He loves to cuddle when it's just the two of you!
He's usually a big spoon. He loves the feeling of covering you like a blanket, protecting you from the outside world and the conflicts inside of you😌
But sometimes when he's tired or stressed after a misson, he'll be the little spoon UwU
He'll lay his head down on your chest, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his around your waist.
Just because this man is supposed to be a 90yr old virgin doesn't mean he knows nothing about sex.
He's read books and watched movies so he has an idea of how sex works
But he doesn't know what kind he likes until he has it with you.
After trying a few things, he quickly finds out that he likes to be a bit dominant and daddy-ish🤭
And he's a bit more possesive than usual
He's a little rough but it's nothing you don't like
He doesn't HAVE the daddy kink, but he also doesn't mind of you call him that (he also definitely plays along if you do)
He's very considerate of what you want but he also knows exactly how to make you feel good 👌🏼
AND THAT'S IT!
My first Headcannons 😌
Hopefully I did a good enough job
Thank you ✨ <3
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I just realized Bruce went through with Tony's advice from the first Avengers movie in Endgame.
Tony told him to let the hulk loose and learn to control it, like he did with the arc reactor in his heart. Tony wanted him to embrace himself.
And that's exactly what Bruce did in endgame by merging with the hulk. Embracing himself gave him more control over his hulk form as well.
Time to cry again ig 😃
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Hear me out now.
What if Steve stayed back in the past after returning the stones so that he could rescue Bucky from HYDRA....
But every time he got close to it, the TVA reset him because that wasn't "supposed to happen" according to the Time Keepers?
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liho usually sleeps with bucky in his bed. & sometimes bucky will wake up with liho just sleeping on his neck ( which is extremely uncomfortable and hot ) but he wont move for a while bc he doesn’t want to disturb her .
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Sleepover idea for a headcannon: Bucky really like you and Steve teases him all the time for it 💞
stop!! sky this is so cute!!
this boy would be a nervous, blabbering mess around you
you're a waitress/barista/cashier and he keeps going back to your job just to see you
the food/drinks are okay, but you're worth it
steve is with him the first time he meets you
his mouth drops wide open; you're so stunning and beautiful, he can barely form a coherent thought
when it's finally his turn to speak, he can barely muster his order
you have to ask him to repeat himself, but you give him a patient smile
he's so cute and you can't help but grin at his nervousness
he gives you "bucky" for his order
steve teases him about this later too; he always tells people his name is james when out and about
he glances at your name tag, making sure to thank you by name
your name is forever etched in his memory
the following day, bucky not-so-subtly suggests they go back to the cafe at the exact same time as yesterday
steve agrees and teases him relentlessly while they're in line
"better not mess up your order again, buck"
"SHUT UP STEVE"
steve's teasing makes him even more nervous than he was before
somehow you look even more beautiful than yesterday, even though your hair is messy and you barely got any sleep
your heart swells a bit when you see that bucky's back
he's about to give his order when you ask, "same thing as yesterday, handsome?"
his brain short circuits at the compliment
steve just laughs as bucky stands there frozen for a good five seconds
bucky only speaks when steve nudges his shoulder, blush creeping across his cheeks
you fight the heat rushing to your cheeks as well
riding your surge of confidence, you write your number on his cup and insist on handing his finished drink directly to him
when you hand it to him, you say "there's something special for you on the sleeve, bucky" with a wink
bucky is yet again stunned speechless. he memorizes your number and cannot wait to call you
and of course they all live happily ever after. the end!
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More of my Buck(y) Nasty™ thoughts because I am a Lady Trash Can™
Very NSFW/18+ ONLY! (mentions of MFF threesome)
xxIndiglow's MASTER LIST
Bucky's metal hand is firm when he guides your shoulder downward to get you in the floor in front of him.
The hungry look in your eyes makes his cock twitch with excitement as he awaits your mouth.
Greedily you take a long swipe at him with your tongue and immediately you're greeted by the taste your own release.
He'd been pounding your pussy for over an hour by now and the warm essence of your last 2 orgasms clung to his dick.
You moaned at the sensation of having your combined flavors slide to the back of your throat.
"You like tasting yourself, baby?"
Your mouth too full of him to respond properly.
"If you like pussy so much maybe we'll ask your friend if she wants to give us a taste of hers?"
Your eyes shoot open at the thought of having your face full of a sweet cunt and your pussy stuffed with Bucky's dick.
The smile spreading across your face is so wide that Bucky's dick almost slips out.
You jerk your head to get the length of him back into place.
"That's right, baby, lick it up. Gotta clean up your mess before I let you cum on it again."
You look up at him with a lust filled expression, he has no idea that you're planning out exactly how to ask your friend to make a throne out of your face.
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imagine sam being awakened by lil kisses to like the back of his neck and ear and he’s all giggly and saying “bucky stop 🤪 bucky don’t 😝” and then he finally wakes up and turns and realizes that it’s alpine. and while alpine is white w blue eyes she ain’t bucky so he just goes and finds him lol (inspired by the scene from shrek 2)
I see this and raise you - yes . this absolutely does happen the first time alpine does this and turns out bucky was in the doorway and witnessed the whole thing . but alpine starts doing it so often that sam , half asleep just kind of smacks her away before going back to sleep and that's their morning routine - until one morning it actually IS bucky doing it , and a deeply embarrassed sam has to apologize over and over again for accidentally smacking bucky in the face .
also I've never seen shrek two and I could've gone my whole life without knowing there was a scene like this in it
also if yall have headcanons PLEASE send them to me I'm begging
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(sorry for sending so many omg) but some headcanons about how bucky would feel about bookstores/libraries? i saw a tiktok that said he'd love barnes and noble because of the name and it got me thinking
I LOVE THIS🥰
bucky LOVES bookstores/libraries because of how mellow they are
there's no unexpected noises, people leave him alone, and he can aimlessly wander for hours
he'd pick up WAY too many books each time he goes
even if he can't get through them all, he loves owning them
he has a huge floor to ceiling bookshelf at home that he's slowly filling up
he has so much to catch up on and wants to read it all
he'd relate to the elderly people struggling to use the computers at the library; he too is confused by technology sometimes
he tries to help them but often is just as lost as they are
he prefers physical books to an ereader, but he is blown away that a tiny device can hold thousands of books!!
he owns one though; he wants to appear modern
but even if he has the book on his ereader, he wants a physical copy too
join the sleepover!
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another headcanon for the sleepover: what you think bucky and steve would love/hate about the 2010's
ooh thank you cassie! this is a fun idea😊
both bucky and stevie would find it fascinating that the world is available at your fingertips
you don't have to go to the library to find new information, you can simply speak to your phone and it tells you? that's the coolest thing ever!
the seemingly endless library of streaming services like spotify, netflix, and kindles is absolutely amazes them; they can find a song they heard once in the 40's within a few seconds!
they love how easy it is to communicate with everyone; everyone is one call away (or text)
at first they found women's fashion a little scandalous but quickly dismissed that. they love how empowered women are in this day and age (as they should). we love our supportive boys!
oh my goodness they would be fascinated by those soda machines that have like 100+ options??!? I don't know if they had soda machines with the syrup and such in the forties, but the fact that a machine could produce so many different options would be the coolest thing! (I also find those things fascinating)
bucky would find the world a bit "too much." everything now is so loud, bright, and overwhelming.
bucky and stevie wouldn't be the biggest fans of hookup culture. deep down they crave a real connection with their partners.
of course they have needs, and sometimes they might indulge in relations, but they don't just leave their partner and never talk to them again.
the cost of living is astronomical and they are not having it. once they find out what minimum wage is, they go feral!! they definitely are firm believers that minimum wage should be a livable one.
@thefanbasewhore's heart eye emojis fic gave me another idea: the way the younger generations use emojis outside of their literal meaning would be hella confusing.
like you'd use 👀 and 💀in a text one time and they'd be so confused? of course one you explain the implications and meanings behind emojis (and memes) they'd get it and definitely overuse them
stevie would definitely use years-old memes unironically
okie dokie that's all I have for today! there's probably so much more I could add🙊
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Bucky gets so used to being around the Wilsons after moving to Delacroix that one day he accidentally refers to himself as "James 'Bucky' Wilson"
Unfortunately for him, it happens when he's at Avengers HQ and he's introducing himself to all the other new recruits, alongside some of the og Avengers
He corrects himself and moves on, trying to ignore Sam and Rhodey giggling to eachother from the back, hoping that by a miracle they'll let him get away with it
Eventually, the introductions/meeting ends and the three join up, he can tell Sam and Rhodey are just waiting for the other to make the first joke. Rhodey starts them off by congratulating the two on making their partnership official then complains about not being invited to the ceremony. Sam asks if it was him Bucky married or Sarah.
Later, they see Scott and he greets them as "Sam and Mr Wilson". At that point Bucky's counting down the days until their trip is over.
They finally fly home and Bucky thinks he'll finally have peace, until Sarah proudly announces "There's my beautiful husband" upon seeing him
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What if Bucky and the reader are in a relationship and he finds out he’s really into being a pleasure dom and wants to try it with the reader? 👀
Pleasure Dom Bucky, yes please 😩 you just know that mf would take such good care of you after a long stressful week. Honestly, this one took me a hot minute to write because I had to do some research for it lmao, I hope it’s okay!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 5.6k
Summary: You have a terribly long week at work so Bucky helps you relax
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it pls), PleasureDom!Bucky, sub reader, pet names, praise kink, degradation, size kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, oral (f receiving), somnophilia (done with consent established previously), daddy kink, the dog tags make an appearance, mention of safe words, overstimulation, lil voyeurism (watching yourselves in a mirror), light humiliation
Minors, do not interact
What had started out as a week with very little in your calendar soon turned into an absolute killer. You weren’t quite sure how your time got filled up so quickly, wall to wall meetings scheduled into your diary, leaving you hardly any time to even breathe. The meetings themselves weren’t even the worst part, the worst was knowing that after your work day had officially ended, you had endless catching up to do for your other projects and then all the planning for the meetings the following day. Your sleep was limited, as was Bucky’s. He hated going to bed without you, tossing and turning in the sheets for hours until you eventually gave in and joined him. As the week went on you found yourself only getting more and more stressed. By Friday you were almost ready to lie in bed and not move all weekend, just hoping Monday wouldn’t bring more of the same torture.
When 5pm on Friday rolled around, Bucky was standing waiting at the door to your study, adamant that your laptop would be switched off and hidden from you all weekend, along with your work mobile. You huffed out a little tired laugh, rubbing your sleepy eyes as you surrendered your gadgets, not even wanting to put up a fight, just glad to see the back of such an awful week. Bucky had let you choose a takeout to order from, keen to get some real food in you before making sure you got a good long rest to combat those dark circles forming under your eyes. Within 20 minutes of finishing dinner, your sleepy eyes became too heavy to hold open. Bucky hated seeing you so worn out, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to bed, thankful that you had changed into your pyjamas before the food had arrived so he wouldn’t have to disturb you too much. His heart melted at the sight of you clinging to his thin cotton pyjama top, craving the comfort his body afforded you even when you were sleeping.
But God, waking up the next morning, he was reminded of exactly how much comfort your body afforded him. Your hair was fanned out on the pillow gently, your face looking so relaxed compared to how it had been all week, long eyelashes casting shadows on your cheeks in the early morning sunlight. Your little snores were still deep but fuck, the sight of you in only his shirt and a thin pair of panties had him harder than he could’ve believed possible without being touched. Suddenly, the room felt stiflingly hot, his whole body itching to touch you, to make you forget all about that terrible week, fucking all thoughts from your head until you couldn’t think of anything never mind work. He put it down to the fact that he had hardly so much as kissed you goodnight all week, his body going into overdrive from the pent up longing and frustration.
He couldn’t help how he noticed everything about your body this morning, the way your nipples pebbled quickly when he slipped his cool metal hand under your shirt to gently grab at your breasts, doing his very best to contain his satisfaction at the way you tried to lean into his touch. He also didn’t miss how your body responded when he ran one flesh finger over your clothed core, a little groan falling from your parted lips when he added a little extra pressure to your clit. He loved how your body was just so intoxicating, always ready to take him. After a few more teasing glides across your core he pulled your panties to the side, finding your body was reacting to him nicely, wetness beginning to drip from your needy hole. Without thinking, he shuffled down the bed, his tongue poked out, lapping gently at the sweet nectar he had drew from your body. He was so hard now it almost hurt, noticing how even in your sleep, the wetness between your legs only grew. Tiny whimpers fell from your lips as he pressed a metal finger to your entrance, sliding in with ease, tongue lapping gently at your clit.
“So delicious toots, takin’ me so well.” He whispered, knowing you couldn’t hear him but still needing to tell you. Your hands grasped at the sheets, fingers gently bunching them, stirring from your sleep but not quite conscious yet. Your walls were fluttering around the single digit, your high not far away.
“Christ, Bucky.” You whined, eyelids flickering open, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room and make sense of the overwhelming sensations between your legs at the same time. “What are you doing?”
“Havin’ a little breakfast babydoll, jus’ let me take care of you. Wanna make you feel good all day, okay? You aren’t leavin’ this bed.” His voice was so low and seductive, lips latching back onto your clit and his finger curling inside you. You could only nod, whining as the pleasure became too much, keening against his face to ride your orgasm out against his tongue. “Tha’s it toots, gimme more. Good girl.” He encouraged, working his finger even faster, prolonging your high for as long as possible. God he got off on this, your needy moans nearly too much for him to handle. But no matter how much precum leaked from his swollen tip, no matter how badly he needed to cum, so long as you were getting off, his pleasure was only an afterthought to him.
“Well good morning to you too.” You huffed out a little laugh as his finger eventually slid out of you.
“Sorry baby, couldn’t resist.” He smirked, wiping his now glistening chin with the back of his flesh hand.
“No complaints here Buck, it was better waking up to that than an inbox full of emails.” You chuckled, stroking his hair lovingly.
“It had better be, if you’d rather have the emails I’d be offended.” He laughed softly stroking the inside of your thigh with his flesh thumb. “But if you talk about work anymore I’ll have to gag you.” His voice was light and teasing.
“Maybe some other time Buck.” You chuckled, running a hand gently through his messy bed head, your high ebbing pleasantly away as your feet hit the plush carpet of your bedroom.
“Ah ah ah toots, what did I tell you? You aren’t leavin’ this bed today. Gotta make you feel good til you can’t think of anything but me.” He reached out, grabbing your legs to pull you back onto the bed, lips latched onto the soft meat of your thighs, fingernails digging into your flesh gently as he kissed you, a fire burning fiercely behind his eyes once more. God he meant it. You really weren’t going to get a minute’s rest today.
“I was thinkin’ babydoll, how many meetings did you have yesterday?” He asked thoughtfully in between sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin of your thighs
“Eight honey, why?” You managed to choke out.
“Wanna give you that many orgasms.” He stated bluntly as if it was the most normal request in the world. You knew very often Bucky got as much pleasure from making you cum as he got from cumming himself but this suggestion was something else. His lips on your thighs felt amazing, the little dusting of stubble burning as his face drifted up the inside of your legs, his eyes never leaving yours
“There’s no way I can handle eight.” You whispered, losing yourself slightly to the pleasure of his mouth on your sensitive skin.
“Course you can little slut, that’s one down, only seven to go. That’ll keep you nice and busy won’t it? By the time I’m done, work will be the last thing on your mind.” He made it sound so easy, so lovely, like it was absolutely manageable, enjoyable even, but you knew better than to dream of gentle orgasms, soft touches and sweet kisses. You knew that when Bucky got into the mindset that everything he did was entirely for your pleasure, it was all about tearing you orgasms from your trembling body in the quickest succession possible, one barely ending before the next began. This was the first time he had ever suggested such an intense session. His kisses got sloppier, his wet mouth making you groan as it connected with you core once more, panties pushed to the side. Fuck, his tongue felt incredible, broad, firm strokes over the entire length of your dripping sex. You pressed your lips together to stifle your noises, your hands sinking into the soft, dark hair on Bucky’s head to pull his face closer to where you needed him most.
“If you’re holdin’ those pretty noises back toots, I’ll add another orgasm on as punishment.” He quipped, mouth creating a seal around your clit before sucking hard to pull the filthiest moan from you he had ever heard. He was in his element, hard and needy and damn near ready to hump the bed beneath him for some relief but determined to absolutely wreck you before he could even think of his own pleasure. Without saying much more, he slid two metal fingers into you, admiring how they slipped in with so little resistance.
“That’s it, oh God you take me so well. Know exactly what your body needs baby, need to be fucked like a whore don’t ya? Gonna make sure you can’t even think straight by the time I’m done with ya.” He was almost growling in between little kitten licks to your clit, fingers plunging in and out of you, rubbing your silky walls perfectly.
“Bucky, more, fuck.” You hissed out, grinding your hips against his hand. The vibrations from the little laugh he let out in response felt amazing.
“God doll, you’re not gonna be begging for more by the time I’m done with you. Gonna have you begging me to stop. But since you were a good girl this week, I’m sure I could play nice for now.” He laughed, lips and tongue crashing against your clit, fingers working faster and his eyes trained on your face as he tore another orgasm from your body. You groaned out, rutting against his face, your juices soaking his fingers and tongue as you rode out your high, panting and whimpering deliciously for him.
“Good girl honey, did so well. Want you to ride me now, yeah? Want that little body on top of me. You just gotta use me to make yourself feel good doll, don’t even worry bout makin’ me cum. Want as many of those pretty moans as you can give me before your legs give out.” His filthy plans had you whimpering, knowing that when your legs turned to jelly from too many orgasms, that didn’t mean you’d be stopping. It just meant he would take over. You did as he asked, hopping up onto your knees while Bucky undressed himself, giving his proud, hard cock a few lazy pumps watching you remove your pyjamas. You positioned yourself above him, his metal hand lined his cock up with your soaked, already abused hole. Sinking down onto his length tore groans from both of you, Bucky’s flesh hand gripping your waist to stop himself from pushing you the whole way down too quickly.
“Tightest fuckin’ pussy, you feel so good for daddy. God kitten, this pussy is so hungry isn’t it? Needs me, I can it. You need daddy’s cock to make you feel good? Gonna take such good care of you.” He was losing himself in the feeling of your silky walls gripping him, wetter than he could ever remember you being before. But god, you had six more orgasms ahead of you, how on Earth was he gonna make it if you got any wetter? The thick drag of his bare cock inside you was almost more than you could take as you pulled yourself back up his length again, sinking down quickly until he was entirely seated inside you.
“So so big daddy, I can’t.” You wailed, the sloppy sounds coming from your pussy fuelling you to keep going regardless.
“Yes you can angel, doin’ so well for daddy. So tight around me, can hardly move. Nothin’ feels as good as you do. Fuckin’ live to be buried in this little pussy, you know that?” His filthy pants had you rolling your hips faster against him, not really fucking him, more grinding your pelvis against his with his length fully seated inside you. It was such a different sensation to being fucked, it just made you feel endlessly full, the thickness of Bucky’s cock stuffing you, the head nestled deliciously against that sweet spot inside you. Every little grind of your hips had him nudging that spot inside you, making your eyes roll back and your head flop to the side. And Bucky was absolutely obsessed. He couldn’t find it in himself to tear his eyes away from you, not knowing whether he wanted to watch how your breasts jiggled as you moved, watch down at the mess you were making where your bodies were joined or watch the look of sheer pleasure on your face. He loved seeing you take what you needed from him, knowing that he was still in control but letting you use his body to satisfy yourself.
“So deep ‘nside you toots, bet you can feel me in here.” He pressed his metal hand to your lower tummy, the coolness making you gasp. Everything felt like it was too much but the grind alone wasn’t enough to tear your building orgasm from you and of course Bucky knew that.
“Tell me what you need, tell me and I’ll give it to you.” Bucky whispered softly, lips dusting chaste kisses on your shoulders, flesh arm wrapped up your back, helping you move against him.
“Fingers daddy, on my clit.” You pleaded, eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hanging open slightly.
“Magic word toots?” He teased with a little laugh, flesh fingers dancing over your clit torturously.
“Metal ones daddy, please.” Your whine would have been mortifying under any other circumstances but right now, you didn’t care. Bucky raised an eyebrow at your little request, secretly thrilled that you got so much pleasure from his metal digits.
“Filthy girl.” He whispered, replacing his flesh hand with his metal one, rubbing between your bodies in harsh circles. The cool fingers felt even better, the ridges in the unrelenting metal only added to the sensations threatening to consume your body. It didn’t take long for you to feel yourself tightening, Bucky’s movements never even faltering as you hit your peak.
“That’s it, cum for me, good girl, hump Daddy’s big cock. Know how much you need this, know you love daddy fillin’ you up.” His eyes were completely trained on your face, loving how it screwed up in response to the words he mumbled in the quiet, early morning air. Your gasps didn’t stop as your high started to subside, mainly because his fingers didn’t stop. You tried your best to pull away, becoming far too sensitive very quickly but Bucky’s flesh hand on your hip held you in place.
“Want another one out of you before I let you move.” He whispered, fingers only speeding up against your overstimulated bundle of nerves.
“Can’t take it daddy, it’s too much!” You sobbed, face buried into the crook of his neck as your body twitched around him, another peak fast approaching. You knew you could’ve said your safe word if you needed to but deep down you knew you could handle it.
“I know you want it angel, c’mon, stop holdin’ back.” He growled, rubbing you even faster, dragging you screaming into yet another orgasm. You couldn’t help but bite down on his flesh shoulder as you came, your body shuddering, wet nectar dripping out of you and down over his balls.
“Oh fuck, soakin’ me, you know that? Pussy is drippin’ everywhere. Such a wet little slut for daddy, aren’t ya cupcake? Such a good girl.” Bucky’s praise only made your walls flutter even more, pulling a growl from his throat. Before you even got a chance to register what was going on, Bucky had you flipped over, ass in the air, face down on the bed with his cock still inside you.
“Can’t wait anymore toots, need this.” He grunted, fucking into you recklessly. You could’ve screamed from the overstimulation, body trembling, walls still trying to milk Bucky’s thick cock. Again, your last orgasm didn’t even get a chance to ebb away before you were being worked towards another one. Your back arched into the bed of its own accord, letting Bucky fuck deeper into you. Your whimpers mingled with Bucky’s grunts, sounds of skin slapping on skin filling the house.
“Pussy’s still clenchin’ me so tight, you’ve no idea how good you make me feel. Body’s always so ready for me.” Bucky was almost growling, his own need almost entirely taking over, eager to cum so he could get back to focusing on giving you as much pleasure as you could handle.
“Thank daddy for fuckin’ you. Thank me for givin’ you my cock raw like this.” He groaned, fingers drifting between your thighs to play with your swollen bud once more.
God, this was humiliating and you were loving every single second.
“Thank you daddy! Love your cock so much, think about nothing else. Love how you fuck me, love how big it feels, love your cum, just need more daddy please.” Your words were only broken by little gasps, Bucky fucking into you harder than you even thought possible.
“Tha’s it, God yes, takin’ me like a good girl, my best girl. Little pussy so hungry for daddy’s cum. That never changes, does it honey? Should just keep you plugged and full of me all the time. Only thing that could keep your needy cunt happy, isn’t it? Just a little cum whore. Gonna give you a load now baby, okay? Keep that little face pressed to the bed and ass up, want it all drippin’ as deep ‘nside you as it can get. Don’t want a single drop spillin’.” Sometimes you wonder where Bucky possibly learned to talk so dirty but right now you didn’t care, teetering on the brink of a fifth orgasm as you lowered yourself the way he wanted, his cock nudging your cervix in this new position.
“So deep daddy,” you whimpered, muffled slightly by the thick duvet as he pounded into you. His fingers rolling perfectly against your clit was enough to tear you apart, your body shaking, fingers squeezing the sheets as you rode out the electric feeling shooting the whole way through your body. That was all it took to drag Bucky over the edge too, not able to hold back with how your walls were tightening around him, milking every drop of cum into your body.
“So tight toots, can’t even move.” He groaned, stilling his movements to stay pressed right at the deepest point inside you. The warm feeling of his cum exploding into you was almost more than you could handle, knowing every drop had to stay there to keep Bucky happy. His fingers didn’t stop moving against your clit though, tearing as many aftershocks from your over worked body as you could muster.
“Bet there’s so much cum in you now.” He whispered proudly, kissing down your spine despite the thin sheen of sweat, slowly pulling out and humming appreciatively when there wasn’t even the slightest indication of the mess he had made inside you. You felt absolutely boneless, knowing you were over the half way mark but still nowhere near finished yet.
“Three left honey, how ya feeling?” He cooed softly, taking a second to stroke your hair and dote on you. His cock hadn’t softened at all but it rarely ever did after only cumming once during such an intense session.
“Feel good Buck, sensitive.” You whispered, flopping onto the bed with your eyes closed, sucking in deep breaths to steady yourself.
“Think you can take some more for me?” He asked quietly, placing tiny kisses to your shoulders and neck. You could do nothing but hum contentedly, letting him give you as much affection as he wanted.
“Need you to use your words sweetheart. Didn’t make you, dumb already, did I?” He chuckled, making you open your eyes to see that dashing smile
“Want more daddy, I can take it.” You nodded gently, noticing how his smile only widened at your eagerness.
“I’m so in love with you, ya know that?” He beamed, giving you a gentle kiss that was all teeth and tight lips, his smile still so evident on his face. “Won’t mind though if you need to stop. Want you to enjoy this babydoll.”
“No Buck, I can keep going. But we can cuddle afterwards, yeah?” You asked, placing a little tired kiss to his knuckles of his flesh hand.
“Oh honey, when we’re done here, we can do whatever you like. This weekend’s about you, jus’ wanna make you feel good.” He agreed, heart aching at the sight of you looking so beautifully fucked out and still asking him for more.
“Thank you daddy.” You smiled lazily, knowing it would get him right back in the mood to fuck you relentlessly through the final three.
Bucky groaned hearing the title fall from your lips again when he was least expecting it, cock bobbing deliciously in agreement.
“Fuck princess, you’re gonna be the death of me you know that?” He laughed, metal hand falling to grip his aching cock. “Jus’ you lie there angel, lemme do the work this time.” You sure weren’t going to argue, pressing your head back on the soft pillows as Bucky positioned you how he wanted you, slotting neatly between your spread thighs. Despite how kinky Bucky was, missionary was still one of his all time favourite positions. It was simple, comfortable, uncomplicated and he loved being able to see your face contort as he takes you apart, not to mention the perfect bounce of your tits when he slams into you. Bucky lined up with your soaked pussy, taking the time to make sure none of his seed from the last round had spilled from your core. Once he was satisfied that it was only your own juices that were coating your thighs, he pressed in, revelling in the gasp you let out.
“So warm and wet babydoll.” He hissed, head thrown back as he set a decent pace, thrusting in and out with his metal hand pressed to your lower tummy. “Swear I can feel myself in here, just so deep ‘nside you, aren’t I?” You couldn’t really believe how your body was still craving him, still needing more even though you were so fucked out already. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to reply, almost every coherent thought having been fucked from your head. The soft clinking of metal had you opening your eyes. But when did you close them? You had no idea, and far less did you care upon seeing Bucky hovering on top of you, his dog tags swinging in front of your face. Somewhere deep inside your brain you registered that he must’ve pulled them from the nightstand when your eyes had been shut but there was something about them that just made the sex that little bit better. He knew how much you loved them too, smirking down at you as he continued his leisurely thrusts.
“Like what you see?” His voice was deep and seductive, close to only being a low rumble. His abs rippled with every push into your tight heat, little grunts slipping past his lips occasionally, a light flush on his cheeks from arousal. What was there to not like about Bucky Barnes? You could only nod, trying to press your hips closer to his pelvis, wanting to pull him deeper than even should have been possible.
“God, you can’t get enough can you? My cock that addictive honey?” He teased, flesh fingers toying with your clit. You cried out quietly at the feeling, not understanding how you could possibly still need more. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you reached up, taking those jingling dog tags in your mouth, lips wrapping neatly around the chain. Bucky thought once more that he might cum then and there, just at the sight of your little pretty mouth enveloping his tags, the metallic taste covering your tongue.
“Need your slutty mouth filled too baby? Should’ve said somethin’, coulda had my fingers ‘nstead. But maybe you couldn’t tell me? Can’t get any words out now, can you? Daddy’s cock knocked all thoughts out of that little head, hm? That’s okay angel, daddy doesn’t need you to think, jus’ need you to cum. Think you can do that for me?” Your legs were shaking but you nodded you head regardless. As Bucky had been talking, he had dialled everything up a notch, fucking you faster, rubbing you in tighter circles, everything just felt incredible, your orgasm so close once more.
“Ah, daddy, please.” You pleaded, absolutely no idea what you were even pleading for anymore other than release. Bucky chuckled lowly from somewhere deep in his chest before giving you what you had begged for, pressing a little harder on your clit, rubbing in the same tights circles, dragging you through a painfully intense orgasm. Your teeth bit down on the hard metal in your mouth, trying to stifle the screams and whines that fell from you as every single vein in your body throbbed, desire washing through you violently. Bucky was completely and utterly obsessed with you, coaching you through your high with the same filthy grunts and promises that you had learned to expect from him.
As your high subsided, Bucky didn’t slow, if anything he just fucked you faster, not chasing his own release yet but loving how you looked like you had been fucked absolutely senseless, eyes rolling back, head crooked to the side, fingernails digging into his flesh, dog tags still in your mouth.
“You’re a fuckin’ picture like this doll, so beautiful for me. Can’t believe you’re all mine.” His thrusts had your tits bouncing back and forth, jiggling even more as you squirmed, trying to move away from him given how painfully overstimulated you were becoming. You screamed and yelled as his fingers picked up speed, slipping around from the insane amount of slick that had dripped from your hole.
“Come on little whore, cum for daddy, give it to me. Silly little slut can’t do anything but cum, can you? So fuckin’ good at it, no thoughts left in that pretty head of yours, daddy fucked them all out didn’t he? Love seein’ you like this, greedy pussy takin’ everything I give it. You’re an angel, you know that? My angel. Body’s always so ready for me.” Bucky’s voice was deep, strangled and needy, working you as fast as he could. Your legs couldn’t hold still as he pounded you, metal hand still pressing on your tummy so you could feel his cock even deeper inside you. It was all too fucking much, that ball of need inside you exploding once more making you scream, thrashing around under his huge body. Your rhythmic squeezing had him groaning, screwing his face up, unable to hide how good it felt.
“Last one princess, you ready?” Bucky asked softly, pulling out to give you a second. Christ, you looked wrecked but in the best way possible. His dog tags slipped from your mouth, spit trailing down your chin that you wiped away with the back of your hand.
“You sure you can take another? Need a colour toots.” Bucky probed gently, stroking your cheek lovingly, pushing your hair away from your sweaty face.
“Green daddy, just one more. I can take it.” You nodded weakly, fawning over the little gentle kiss Bucky pressed to your forehead.
“That’s my good girl.” He soothed. “I’ll make it quick, promise.” With that he hopped off the bed. You couldn’t really find it in yourself to care about why he had got up, taking the time to catch your breath and steady yourself but when he came back empty handed, you couldn’t help but be a little confused.
“Gonna move you toots,” he hummed quietly, shifting you onto your hands and knees at the side of the bed and that’s when you realised what he had been doing. Bucky had pulled one of the wardrobe doors open, specifically the door with the full length mirror, leaving it at an angle so you could see yourself from where you sat on the bed.
“Want you to watch yourself, see how pretty you look when you cum for me.” He groaned, harder than he could ever remember being in his life before. You whimpered even just at the thought, letting him slip inside you then pull your back flush to his chest. His whole body felt like it was surrounding you, probably because it was. His firm chest felt so comforting against you, both of his arms supporting your bare frame, casing you in against him. He pulled your hair out of the way, making sure he was able to kiss your neck and shoulders before beginning to piston his hips, fucking into you at a punishing pace. You were so glad he was holding you up, knowing if he took his arms away, you would be left to crumple onto the sheets. Your moans were so lewd you surprised yourself at how keen you were to just keep taking his cock. You knew you would feel empty without him inside you after such a long session but the emptiness might even be a blessing after this insane amount of stimulation.
“Look at yourself baby, you just came seven times for me and you’re still keen to go again. Still gonna give me ‘nother one. Cause you’re the best girl, aren’t you? So so good for daddy. Jus’ lettin’ me take and take from your body. You feel that mess sweetheart? You’re fuckin’ soaked right down to your knees, toots. All my cum from earlier drippin’ out of you. Don’t worry, got ‘nother nice big load to fill you with. Gotta give my best girl what she needs.” You hadn’t even noticed the sticky wetness between your thighs, the change in position letting it all seep out of you. You whined, high and needy as his fingers ghosted through the wetness, landing on your clit. His movements were smooth and methodical, rubbing you at the exact pace he knew you liked. He didn’t want to drag this out any more and he wasn’t even sure that he could last any longer.
“Cum for me babydoll, one last time. That’s it, good girl, hump daddy’s fingers. Excellent baby, doin’ so well for me, ‘m so proud of you, you know that? So so proud.” You felt your body clench harder than you had even thought possible, a strangled cry being torn from Bucky’s throat, his seed spilling so deep inside you.
“Ah, holy shit, can’t stop cummin’.” He panted against your neck, your head flung back onto his shoulder as the most intense high of your life took over. Your whole body was alight with pleasure and yet everything still felt so intimate in this position. Your bodies just felt connected in a way that you couldn’t even describe. Maybe you were just delirious with pleasure but it didn’t even really matter, chants of Bucky’s name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your pussy throbbed, aching and abused but not relenting in the slightest, if anything it only clenched harder around Bucky, milking every single drop of cum from him.
You practically collapsed onto the bed together, chests heaving, both spent and sweaty from the most exhausting morning of you life.
“Christ.” You whispered with a little content laugh, words not even connecting in your brain to form a coherent sentence.
“I agree.” Bucky laughed softly, pulling you practically on top of him, needing to feel you close and take care of you. “How ya feelin’?” He asked quietly, kissing your forehead and playing with your hair, being as delicate with you as possible.
“ ‘m good.” You hummed, giving him a little nod, taking in all the adoration he was offering.
“How bout a little nap, hm? You’re exhausted sweet pea. Then I’ll make us some lunch, yeah?” Bucky suggested, losing his mind when you snuggled yourself even closer to his body. You could only nod and give him a little smile, his fingers carding through your hair ever so gently. The hammering in Bucky’s chest was returning to a more natural thud, comforting you even more, your eyes closing of their own accord.
“My best girl.” He whispered, pressing more gentle kisses to your fragile body, little compliments and praises breaking the silence, lulling you into the best sleep of your life.
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summary: what happened in madripoor definitely didn’t stay in madripoor
warnings: fwb!bucky, tfatws!bucky, swearing, oral, fingering, smut (18+), some angst, alcohol consumption, hair pulling, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, minor dni
a/n: this is part ii of sweet dream and series sweet
You woke up, your sheets wrapped around you and still could smell his cologne on them. You sighed when you saw the fact that didn’t stay. You were glad, sort of. It was you who made those rules, but you were starting to regret them.
You had those rules for a reason, not to attach someone again because the last time you did you found yourself following your excuse of a boyfriend all the way to the Madripoor buying some expensive paintings for his wife. You’ve decided to be done with relationships right there.
After you took a nice shower and cleared your head, you’ve decided to get ready for the party which your friend was hosting at her summer house. It was in Montauk, requiring at least 3 hours car drive.
You felt kind of exhausted when you made it to there, Bucky really knew how to put you into sleep and driving a car for three hours straight didn’t do you any good. When you got out of the car, seeing all the cars and bikes parked there, you knew that was going to be a nice party.
“She’s here!” You’ve heard your friend, as she was holding a margarita glass in her hand, walking towards you. “‘Glad you could make it.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You mumbled as you gave her a hug, she was your closest of course you would attend her party.
“So you came alone ha? What was wrong with the last one? I wanna know all about it!” She started asking questions as she wrapped her arm around yours, guiding you to her house.
“He had extras actually. He had a wife!” You blurted when you entered the house.
You two started walking towards the table with all the drinks and snacks on it. “Fuck! He didn’t even have the mark of a ring on his fingers.” She mumbled as she took a sip from her glass, not leaving you alone for a second as you poured yourself a glass from the punch bowl. “I’m telling you, good guys are in extinction, you better hold onto and never let go the next good one you found.”
“I thought this one was one of them. He even posted a picture of us on social media, but it was a spare account apparently.” You sighed as you took a sip, the sweet taste of fruits and alcohol entering your system. You turned to her, raising your pointer finger.
“I think I’m done with relationships, might just get along with one night stands and focus on my job.” You said to her, you haven’t mentioned Bucky yet, but sooner or later you would.
“Don’t be silly! Is it my pink lemonade making you say that, I might have added extra vodka in it.” You shook your head, but you knew how much she liked going extra with the alcohol amount on her drinks. “Just relax, and enjoy the party. Some of the guests are Sam’s friends, maybe you’ll find someone here.” She squeezed your arm as she went over to the rest of the guests.
You reached out of one the mini sandwiches she put for the guests, you slept for whole day and had no time to eat a decent thing, thinking that would do. While you were reaching for the second one your eyes met with him.
“Shit!” You spoke under your breath, rushing to the door hoping that he wouldn’t see you.
But before you could turn to your back and see if he actually noticed you; you bumped into someone. “Oh, easy there.” Your drink almost going to spill out but you acted quicker so you would not make a scene.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, no harm.” When you raised your head you saw she was smiling at you rather than getting mad, so you just gave her a genuine smile and continued walking.
You murmured an apology before you found the exit. You smiled dimly as you smelt the freshly cut grass, and the salt of the ocean just few steps ahead. “It’s been less than five minutes, but you already made something stupid!” You mumbled to yourself as you drank your glass.
You sat down on one of the beach chairs you found, looking around to find a familiar face that you could talk with, while you were running away from Bucky. Even it was for a day half, you thought it would be nice to get away from the city and your thoughts but you found yourself back with the guy you’ve decided to run away from.
But your plan didn’t fail yet. You were still on the run, since he hadn’t found you already. You found some familiar faces and made some small talk about anything. It even made you forget about him and all your troubles. After some healthy time spent, you decided it was time for to get back, you couldn’t hide for too long and wind was getting rough as the sun started to set.
Also you wanted to get some more drink, if you were going to stay there with him, you would need something that would make you more cheerful. When you made it back to the living room, people were getting more tipsy and careless. Even though this party was considered as an ‘adult party’ people with alcohol were always the same.
You saw the girl you’ve bumped into with him. Her arm was wrapped into his as she was talking with someone in front of her, you couldn’t put a name since the person’s back was turned to you. You tried to be less creepy and look somewhere else but your eyes were glued to her perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around his flesh arm, covered by his long sleeve.
He told you that he hated physical contact.
You shook your head to the side, swearing to which ever god or goddess put you into this situation as you poured some more drink to your glass. “Are you having a good time?” You’ve heard Sam’s concerned voice as you raised your head, giving him a fake smile.
“Had better, but this works too.” You answered him as you brought your filled glass to your lips.
“Yeah, I can see it on your face.” Sam mocked.
“You look familiar though, but you must be friends with my girl.” You shook your head.
“Yeah, and you must be the baby daddy.” Sam’s mouth flew open, they were keeping it as a secret, but of course she already texted you when she found out before she notified Sam. “I’m also the best friend. Nice to meet you Sam.” You said as you reached out your hand for him to shake.
“Oh...” Sam trailed on but a gloved finger tapped on his shoulder to gain his attention.
“Hey I wa—“ Bucky’s mouth squeezed shut when his eyes met with yours, you cleared your throat and looked down. “I was just going to ask where is the bathroom.” He finished, jaw still clenched, he looked like he saw an enemy, not his fuck buddy.
After Sam gave him the direction Bucky quickly rushed away from the two of you, you saw how he squeezed his beer bottle in his hand, it was a miracle poor thing wasn’t broken yet.
“As I was saying—“ Sam continued his chat with you, and you stayed there, you knew Bucky wouldn’t want to run into you again.
And it just hurt you.
Sun was setting down, while some of the guests were leaving, you went back to your beach chair, your friend and Sam inside trying to keep the guests entertained.
“Never thought you knew Sam.” You raised your head, saw Bucky standing next to you before he sat down on the chair next to yours.
“‘m not, I’m friends with his girlfriend.” You responded, your knee started to shake. You really hoped he wouldn’t talk with you.
“You’ve been running away from me since you came here.” He took a gulp from his drink. “I thought the rule was for coming together, no need to ghost each other.” He snapped, looking at the bottle in his hand rather than you. He knew it would hurt him when he look into your eyes again. And not see what he was looking for in there.
Of course he noticed you before. “It was, and still is. You were chatting with some girl, I thought I shouldn’t interrupt.” You said when you finished your second or third glass and leaned back. You really should have counted your drinks since you’d need to drive back.
He tried not to smile at your words, and how you were trying to play like you didn’t care. You were so bad at it and he was surprised since never thought you would get jealous of him.
“She was just a close friend, nothing to fuzz about.” He put his hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re the only girl I fuck.”
“I’m not making a fuzz.” Bucky hummed, fingers trailing over your skin, drawing small circles.
“Sure...” He approved, his circles getting dangerously close to your core. You shamelessly opened your legs, giving him what he wanted.
His fingers stayed were at the end of your legs, his touch was still smooth and light as a feather. “You’re one hard to satisfy, always want me.” He whispered to your ear.
“Never heard you complain though.” You answered him, as his cupped you through your skirt. Shutting you rather quickly.
“Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.” He said as he stood up. You were now the one who was surprised, but he just shrugged. “People shouldn’t know, right?” He said as he raised a brow and disappeared from your sight.
You stood there for two or three minutes, not to look so obvious and needy. By the time you got up, you saw the inside of the house was still somehow crowded, your friend really invited everyone she knew.
You knocked on the wooden door, two times; your not-so-secret knock. He opened the door, and pulled you inside quickly. Cornering you between him and the door. “It’s been more than five minutes.” He groaned as he locked the door.
“Better safe than sorry.” You answered him, as his lips moved to your neck.
“But we don’t have much time. People may get suspicious.” He said as he pulled your skirt up, tearing your underwear.
“I’ll get you new ones. You know I can’t stand you in a short skirt like this.” He said as his fingers found your folds, smiling at your wetness.
“What? Did you play with yourself again?”
You tried to hide your shame on your face but it was not going to work. “No! This time it’s all you.” He chuckled as he pushed a finger inside, moving slowly just to get you stretched.
You bit down on his shoulder not to make noise. “So tight, is it because of last night?” He asked a question that he knew the answer to again.
Before you can answer he made you sit down on the sink, pushing down his zipper and palming his cock, you took the lead and wrapped both of your hands around him.
Making him groan at the warmness of your hands. “You need it that much, ha?” He asked, hand going to the back of your head, pulling down your hair. A small moan left your lips at his actions, he knew how much you liked it when he was rough with you.
“Answer me.” He said, looking into your eyes, hips moving to your hands, trying to get as much as he could get from you.
“Y-yes. I need it.” You said as he let go of your hair, hand went to your neck as he aligned his cock with your entrance. You moaned when his finger brushed your sweet spot, your legs pulled him closer. “My needy girl.” He said as he curled his finger. A soft moan leaving your lips.
Your heart melted at his words. He never said something like to you before, but you know it was with the heat of the moment not from his heart.
He hushed your moans by pressing his lips to yours. He wanted to kiss you for a long time. Your hand went to his hair, pulling him deeper to the kiss. But he broke the kiss, lips back on your neck as he gripped your chin, lifting it.
He whispered to your ear. “Last warning, be quiet! You know I don’t hesitate to choke you.” His touch was hard, almost going to leave a bruise.
He pushed himself into you, making your back arch, he could feel your body heat through layers of clothes. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, trying to feel him as much as possible.
He was stretching you out, your sore walls protested at first but they let it go, welcoming him as always. “You feel so good.” He groaned as your walls squeezed him, his hand was on your mouth, it was the only way to keep you quiet. You could hear the sounds of his movements echoing in the room, your juices spreading down from your thighs.
“You want to cum, don’t you? I can tell from the way you squeeze me.” He groaned, he knew you were on the edge too, he raised on of your leg hitting you at a different angle. His tip brushing along your tender spot each time, making you whimper around him.
You nodded, eyes watering from the pleasure he was giving to you. “Cum for me.” He groaned his hand on your mouth left as he kissed you. Your body shook with the pleasure as he cum inside you.
He unwrapped your legs before he tucked himself back in his pants.
You released your breath you didn’t know you were holding. He chuckled at your state, as he got on his knees putting your legs on his shoulders. “What are you— Oh!” You cut yourself with a whimper as he wiped you clean with your teared apart underwear.
After that he started to lick you clean, his movements weren’t like before; it felt like you found the way to the heaven.
He was gentle this time, taking his time to lick and suck you. You felt another orgasm building up, you tried to warn him by pulling his locks but he didn’t bother, he pushed his finger inside you. Driving you on the edge again, and taking away your breath.
You came down on his tongue and fingers. You weren’t too quiet this time but neither of you minded. “You don’t have an underwear, anymore. I owed you this one.” He explained as he raised himself. “Also you know I never say no to your sweet taste.” He winked at you.
You watched him to fix himself and not look like he just had a quickie on his friend’s bathroom. You got back on your feet, groaning as your sore body cried out with your movements.
“We should get back to party before people realise both of us are gone.” You murmured but when you looked at him, he was already gone.
This was the first time that you could almost hear your heart break.
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