Not So Innocent Bestfriend!bucky Having A Crush On You Since... Forever

not so innocent bestfriend!bucky having a crush on you since... forever

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He's so pretty that I'm gasping for air just like he's gasping for air laughing.

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“are you ok?” lol fuck no

Soft thought: Lumby would definitely cry while wine drunk because he just can’t handle how much he loves you.

please i'm gonna throw up i want him so bad

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

"how'd I do it bun?" his voice shakes, awe and wonder dripping from his rich timbre. his fingers trail up and down your thigh, a grounding action he picked up early on in your relationship. now, one he craved.

"do what baby?" your fingers explore his chiseled face, nails tracing softly along his cheekbones and across the now faint markings of your sticky wine kisses. a few tears leave his eyes, gently losing themselves under your caress. your lips meet the apples of his face, kissing away all the salty confessions proof of his love.

"how'd I manage to get someone like you– how'd I get you to love me? can't believe it bunny... can't believe you're all mine to love..." his hands smooth over your hips and up to your waist, rolling himself onto his back and cradling you on top of him, "and that you love me, too..." his voice cracks gently, his sentences tapering out at the very middles, tears pooling and dripping sparingly from his adoring eyes.

"mmm you're drunk, bucky" you tease, nipping and kissing reverently at the base of his neck with his same warmth and bewilderment, now dancing boldly through each and every vein and nerve of your body. shaking his head promptly, he wraps his arms around your back, his legs entangling themselves with yours so you couldn't leave if you tried. "'m not drunk, come on, don't tease me bun... I love you– I love you so much," he groans into your temple, hands tracing circles up and down the length of your arms. goosebumps sing in wake of his fingers and he giggles as you gift him with those delicious shivers he can't get enough of, enamored with the way your body never fails to make him feel treasured. even through his tears and your familiar teasing, he's never felt more loved.

you burrow your face into the nape of his neck, softly giggling and nudging him with your nose as his hands tease up your sides. "please– please let me love you forever bun... don't know what i'd do if I couldn't love you"

peppering kisses and playful bites along his broad chest and thick neck, you smirk against his frantic pulse, "always, baby. I love you... and I'll love you even when you don't–"

"bunny." his dark honeyed baritone growls, his hands abruptly stop their motions to hold you firmly against him, "don't you dare finish that sentence. think you're funny today, huh? don't play with me... you won't win. be my good girl and let me love you. nothing will ever stop me from loving you, bun," he whispers, weepy eyes locked on yours.

your hands cup his face, thumbs stroking gently under his bold blues. he turns his face to kiss the part of your palms just under your thumbs. his eyes never leave yours, unblinking and swimming with joy as he hums into your hands, "I'll never cherish something more than your love Bucky. nothing, more than you. now, admit you're a little drunk and I'll let you love me however you want," you chide, kissing all over his face hurriedly before snuggling back into the warmth of his neck.

"mmm there she is, my good little bunny..." he sighs against your temple, his large palm sliding down to slap your ass.

"I got the pussy. I make the rules" - Peach

gif by @sebastiansource

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fingering, Oral (fem rec), smut, overstimulation, praise kink, choking kink.

A/n: Written on my phone.

“I make the rules Bucky,” you repeat for the second time in five minutes, glaring at your 6’5" boyfriend currently hunched over the back of the couch, watching you pace back and forth across the living room rug.

You don’t remember how the argument started, in fact you’re not even that mad anymore, but your pride won’t let you back down.

Bucky adjust himself, his erection threatening to bust through his boxers. Damn you’re sexy when you’re angry, he enjoys your fiesty nature more than you. He knows better than to share that tidbit when you’re all riled up. Bucky uses his cup to hide his smile, downing the rest of his latte.

See, it’s not that he thinks you’re wrong, in fact he loves it when you out him in his place.

Bucky wholeheartedly believes that women are better than men, he’s not one of those guys who think you’re weaker or fragile just because of what’s between your legs. He knows women should rule world. Anyone who says otherwise is a delusional piece of shit.

So it’s not that he disagrees with the fact that you make the rules. You do. If you tell him to jump and he’s already in the air asking is this high enough.

It’s just that...well, you’re not the only one in charge here.

“Aren’t you forgetting someone, Peach?” Bucky asks, head tilted to the side so he can get a real good look at you. You’re such a pretty thing, wearing his oversized Henley, the long forest green sleeves rolled up to your elbows, and a pair of panties that show off your ass.

"The one person even you have to listen to. Matter of fact, she should be the one talking right now."

“Excuse me?” You ask, hands on your hips, the indignation drawn across your face makes you even more stunning, all he wants to do is fuck the anger right out of you.

Soon.

Bucky saunters around the couch, the dull slap of his heavy steps fills the room until he’s right in front of you. He meets your exasperated gaze, swiping a knuckle across the wrinkle forming between your furrowed brows. His bare chest grazing the front of your shirt, brushing your sensitive nipples when he takes a deep breath in.

“You heard me Peach.”

Before you can devise a swift retort, he bends down, setting his cup on the coffee table.

Only he doesn’t stop when the cup hits the glass with a sharp clink.

He keeps going until he’s down on both knees, head canted back to gaze up at you with brilliant azure eyes darkened with a simmering mirth that makes them darken.

He curves his hands around your bare calves and drags them across your soft skin until he’s grasping your hips, the calloused pads of his thumbs toying with the band of your panties.

“You’re not the only one who makes the rules in this relationship, Peach,” he states, voice deepening to a near growl.

The heady lust in his tone sends a jolt right to your clit, making it pulse once, twice, your stomach tensing as warmth spreads across you.

“Aht, aht,” he admonishes, pressing a finger down the middle of your panties until a crease forms, your arousal soaking through the thin material. "I wasn't talking about me."

“Yes, I am.” Swallowing the whimper at the base of your throat, you steady your voice. “You don’t make-oh," you cry out, eyes widening.

Holy shit, did he just smack your pussy-that whimper you were pushing down arises, sweeping past your lips on a faint huff of air-when he gently slaps you again.

He didn’t think it was possible to be addicted to a person until he met you. Your soft curves perfectly complement the hard planes of his body, fitting around him like God herself handcrafted you solely for him.

“You had your turn, now it’s sweet girls’ turn to talk.” His cobalt eyes descend from your face down to your pussy, he places a kiss on the damp spot.

Soft lips still pressed to your clit, he slides his hands back to your hips, hooking his thumbs under your panties; easing them down until they’re fluttering to your ankles.

You preen under his adoring gaze despite your best efforts to hold on to the irritation slipping through your fingers like sand.

“She makes the rules too, Peach,” he hums out, trailing two thick fingers down your pussy, over your aching clit with a firm, languid pass until he’s at your sopping wet slit. “And I have to listen to both of my girls.”

You’re not going to disagree with that.

“What kind of man would I be if I ignored her?” Bucky continues, sinking his fingers inside your tight wet cunt until he's knuckle deep, slowly taking them out, smirking when you clench around him. “Look at her already, trying to suck me back in. Gotta give her what she wants.”

And he does. Thrusting back into you so hard you rock backward, he steadies you with his other hand, muttering out a soft don’t run sweet girl, his wrist rotating, fingers rubbing harder and harder as he searches for your spot, the smooth, cold metal pad of his vibranium thumb rolling over your swollen clit.

“Bucky.” His name comes out as a wet moan, hips arching into his hand. “Fuck.”

Placing his warm hand on your belly, he slides it up until he reaches your neck, warm long fingers close over your throat.

“Shh Peach,” he orders, a smirk toying at his lips. “Sweet girl is speaking now, we gotta listen to her. Pay attention.” The command in his baritone voice makes you shiver.

The salacious sounds of your pussy reverberates in your ears. He fucks you faster, deeper, his fingers gliding over your spasming walls, the obscene schlickschlickschlick gets louder and louder.

“That’s my good girl,” he says, gaze locked on your pussy swallowing his fingers, your slick dripping on his palm. Bucky’s praise has another moan preening from your lips. “That’s what you need, sweet girl. You wanna cum for me, don’t you? I’ll spend my life on my knees to keep you both happy.”

“Please,” you sob out, grinding down on his hand, visceral sensations pulse through your veins, thighs trembling as the pleasure takes over your body. “S’good, you’re so good.”

“There you go, I got you, Peach, I got you.” He does. Bucky is the only thing keeping you upright, your hands buried in his hair, gripping the silky strands for balance.

“Go on and cum for me. Give it to me.” He applies more pressure to your throat, your breaths come out, thin and raspy.

Ohgodohgodohgod

“Or I’ll take it myself, take it right from your pretty pussy- “ Bucky leans forward, his lips wrapping around your clit, tracing over it with his tongue. “-until you two learn your orgasms are all fucking mine.” He sucks your swollen little clit into his warm, wet mouth.

Ohgodohgodohgod

Sultry white-hot sensations erupt inside you, overwhelming your senses. You’re going to combust from the intensity. Something twists inside of you, a formidable knot getting tighter and tighter, your stomach constricting as the pressure mounts.

You try to pull away, needing just a second to catch your breath, to recoup. Bucky chuckles, the amused sound drifting up as he brings you back. You’re not going anywhere, he can’t let you go until you give him what he needs. Bucky shakes his head, your clit still trapped between his lips.

You convulse, clenching down around his fingers, your own yanking his hair so hard he swears he’s losing strands. It’s worth it to see you so utterly wrecked, a smug satisfaction brimming in his blue eyes as he watches you fall apart for him, drenching his hand while he prolongs your orgasm with languid strokes over your velvety walls.

One orgasm melds into another until you’re sobbing, overwrought with pleasure, incoherently pleading that you can’t even as your pussy pulls him back in, greedy for more of the unbelievable pleasure he’s giving you.

When your cries are reduced to whimpers and your hands fall from his hair, Bucky releases you with a pleased smirk.

He stands, guiding you to the couch, his hands on your hips, massaging small circles into your skin. “That’s my girl, so fucking good for me.”

You collapse on the cushions, laughter bubbling up as you float down from your high. “That was incredible,” you pant, placing your forearm over your eyes.

“I know it was good,” he replies, sucking the rest of your climax off his thumb. “I know what my girls like.”

“Yes you do,” you agree with a chuckle. You can’t even pretend to be upset at his cock tone, not with his face drenched and tremors still skating up your thighs.

“Now I don’t know if you were paying attention when my sweet girl was going over the rules,” Bucky steps between your legs, pushing your knees into your chest.

Oh.

You almost forgot how this entire thing started. Judging by the mischievous gleam in his eyes, he didn’t.

“She said I have to keep her stretched and full otherwise,” he trails off, pushing his thick, veiny cock into your sensitive pussy, still so wet that he slides right in, right where he belongs, your combined gasps ringing in your ears as you clamp down on his swollen head.

Oh fuck.

“She’s going to be very,” he slides inch by inch, “very upset with us,” he finishes, bottoming up until you’re stretched taut around his throbbing length. “So I gotta do what she says, Peach.”

“After all, she makes the rules.”