Imagine modeling some lingerie you just bought and this is Bucky’s reaction to it🤭❤️🔥
Beautiful As Always
PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x Girlfriend!Plus-Size!Reader
WARNINGS: Smut, fingering, slight exhibitionism, insecurities (reader is sad about having thick thighs and a pudge), Praise. (If I have missed anything, please feel free to let me know 😊)
WORD COUNT: 1,081
*not proof-read*
ENJOY!
"I'm don’t know, Bucky," you murmur, gently twisting and turning within the confines of the dressing room, where only a thin curtain separates you from your beloved.
"Don’t know ‘bout what, doll?” Bucky's voice drifts from the other side, a comforting presence in the midst of your uncertainty. Your fingers graze over the delicate lace of the high-waisted undergarment, and pinch at the soft pudge of your belly.
"It's just... I don’t know," you confess softly, a weight settling in the pit of your stomach. As though summoned by your doubt, a cascade of insecurities begins to flood your mind, each one more relentless than the last.
Do you really look like that? God, are you really that chubby? Has Bucky seen all of this? How can he really love you when you look like this?
A stifled sob escapes you as tears blur your vision, and you clumsily brush them away. At the sound of your distress, Bucky draws back the curtain and steps inside.
"Doll?" His voice is tender as he closes the curtain behind him, his hands finding solace on your trembling shoulders as he gently turns you to face him.
The colour on Bucky’s cheek grows red at the sight of the supple weight of your breasts sitting against the lace of the bra. The allure of your exposed thighs proves to be a distraction, making it difficult for him to focus on the matter at hand.
You observe the way his gaze traverses your body, a glimmer of admiration shining in his eyes.
Yet, your mind interprets it as disdain.
"I look awful, don’t I?” you whisper, casting your eyes downward and biting your lip in apprehension. The monsters within your mind seize control, enveloping you in a suffocating embrace.
Bucky is taken aback, crouching down to meet your gaze. "What did you say?" he murmurs, tenderly cupping your face in his hands.
You push his hands away and turn back to face yourself in the mirror. “I look bad, Bucky,” you shake your head and fold your arms around yourself trying to make a shield, covering your form from your man’s gaze.
Bucky shakes his head and steps in front of you, “Why would you say that, doll?” Surprise and concern seep into his tone. You just shake your head and shrug, “I don’t know.”
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“Repeat it. C’mon, doll, tell me. Tell me who’s pretty.”
Bucky’s unwavering thrusts make you spiral further into your realm of pleasure. His fingers rub furiously at that spot inside of you, making you grip onto his forearm as he keeps you locked in a headlock.
“Didn’t hear you say anything, doll. Want me to stop, huh?” His fingers halt, and you whine at the general loss of your euphoria. “Bucky, baby, please,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes awaiting him to continue.
Bucky clicks his tongue, “I didn’t hear what I wanted to hear, doll.”
You try to use the last remaining of your energy to comb through your mind as you try to find what Bucky wanted you to say, and you finally retrieve it.
But you don’t want to say it.
Because you can state a fact if it isn’t true.
“Bucky, I can’t,” you slouch against him, your back fully pressed against his. He makes eyes meet yours through the mirror and you shy away from his gaze.
“Doll, how many times do I have to say that you are one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen? You have made me feel ways I never thought I was capable of feeling. You made me feel loved,” he says softly, like the whole world has to stop in order for him to say those words.
“Who tells me that my scars look like stars when I start hating them?” he asks.
“I do,” you whisper back, and he kisses your temple.
“You do, sweetheart,” he says against your forehead.
"Doll, I don't give a damn about a little extra cushion. You're soft and smooth, and that's what I love about you. Your cuddles feel like home, and it blows my mind that you'd ever doubt how amazing you are. To me, you're everything. Your curves? They're just more of you to adore."
Speechless, you really don’t know what to say.
You knew that Bucky loved you, but at times when the demons had the upper hand, you doubted that love he had for you.
Now with him, in this dressing room, you slowly feel yourself get the upper hand from those demons. You slowly start to feel like you actually do deserve the love this man absolutely showers you in.
“I’m beautiful,” you whisper, but slightly cringe. Bucky sees this and nods slowly, understanding your hesitation. “It’s okay, doll. Say it, say it. You are beautiful,” he slowly starts to move his fingers again, and you inhale deeply at the sensation.
“I’m beautiful,” you say breathlessly, holding onto his forearm for dear life as he starts rubbing your button harder. “Fuck, Bucky. Yes!” You dig your teeth into his forearm, preventing your screams from being heard by the world outside of the dressing room.
“Say you're worth it, doll. Tell me that you deserve this,” Bucky harshly whispers into your ear. You see him through the reflection of the mirror and whimper when his other hand brushes against your clothed nipple and pinches it hard.
He smirks and whispers again, “be a good girl and tell me, doll.”
You moan, “I’m worth it, Buck. I’m worth it.” Bucky smirks and nods, “Good girl, so proud of you.”
You grind against his hand and babble nonsense against his arm. You feel the wave of pleasure reach the edge, and your legs start to quake.
Bucky chuckles as you finish with a squeal that’s barely muffled by his arm.
“There’s my pretty girl,” he says and turns you to face him.
You try to cower away, but Bucky already has his fingers on your chin and is gently forcing you to look up at him. You moan as he lewdly sucks on the remaining juices on his fingers.
He looks down at your body and the set you're wearing, “who’s beautiful?”
Your lips turn up a bit, “me.”
Bucky nods, “that’s right.” He kisses the tip of your nose, “My pretty girl.”
You place your hands on his chest, “yeah?” You slightly smile, your demons slowly evaporating and leaving the caves of your mind.
Bucky nods.
“Beautiful as always.”
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PHEW! Here you go, my lovely @sergeantbarnessdoll
Finally got this done, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while (with my other WIP's).
Hope you lovelies like this!
Feel free to let me know how much you enjoyed it!!!!
Till' then,
Stay Coquette-y,
Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀
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