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Since Bucky had discovered your ability to squirt an hour ago, he’d made you cum 4 more times, squirting twice more. Each time he’d get you to cum but you wouldn’t squirt, he’d give a small little huff and go straight back to it. You now felt like a wet noodle, hole aching and feeling incredibly sore. You were limp against the sheets, everything feeling hazy. You feel a soft touch of fingers in your cheek, your eyes flitting open. You struggle to open them but focus them on Bucky’s face, all puppy-like and worried.

“Are you okay..? How are you feeling?” He murmurs quietly. You just whine lazily, trying to close your eyes to protect them from the light. “C’mon sugar.. talk to me..” He murmurs softly. You just mumble a quiet, “Tired..” as you rest back on the pillow. “Let’s clean you up, huh, toots?” He murmurs softly, covering you with a blanket and dimming the lights. He grabs a warm and damp cloth, beginning to wipe you off as he gently spreads your legs. You whine, trying to squirm. “Sh, sh, sh.. I know, I know.. You’re okay.. I’ve got ya’..” He mumbles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your thigh. “Done so well for me, sugar..”

The sound of skin on skin reverberated around the room. Your head was back on the bed, lolled back into the pillow. Bucky was up on his knees, your ankles over his shoulders and back of your legs against his chest. “Fuck dollface.. sweetest fucking pussy..” He rasps, holding your hips as he slams into you like you’re his fleshlight

You moan softly, trying to grab the sheets as you feel him bury himself in your guts over and over again, slamming into your pussy - hard enough to leave it sore in the morning. But your mind can’t help but drift to what it’d feel like if he wasn’t wearing that stupid condom. If he could actually cum in you and fill you up with his cream. And God, now that’s all you can think about, and before you even know what you’re saying, “Fuck, Bucky, take me raw-!” You moan with a sweet gasp for breath, your back arching up off the bed as you savour the feeling of being pounded like a pocket pussy.

You see Bucky’s eyes widen slightly, slowing down as his pace falters. “Doll.. I.. what?” He says in shock, you guys had never gone raw. Only ever used protection. “Please Bucky.. Please just fuck me raw.. I need it so bad.. I need your cream in my pussy, oh my god, I need it, please, just take off the stupid condom and fuck me raw-!” You plead, lips pouting slightly as you look up at him with hazy eyes.

Something in him just snaps, maybe it was the risk-loving and breeding kink side to him. Maybe, it was the idea of the risk. Taking a chance. Or maybe the idea of filling you up and getting you all swollen wirh his baby. Making your tummy all full and round, all with his baby. Maybe that’s what it was. However, it didn’t matter what it was, because God now he needed it just as bad as you did.

Without a second thought, he pulls out of you, his cock hard and pink at the tip. He pulls off the condom and discards it and then slams back into you. His pace returns with vigour, fucking into you hard. You moan breathlessly, feeling like the air is knocked from your lungs with each powerful thrust of his dick. “Oh fuck pretty girl.. shit.. gonna cum in this sweet, little pussy.. gonna fill her up.. oh fuck.. get you all round and pregnant, oh my god baby, fuck, fuck, FUCK-!”

He cuts himself off with a gasp and trembles as he pounds as deep as he can go into your cunt and holds your hips there as his release washes over him, painting your silky walls with ropes of cum. “Fuckin’ hell, Dollface… I’m never fucking you with some stupid rubber on my cock ever again..”

Bucky opens the creaky apartment door, skin tingling from the contrast of the cold air outside to the warmth of the apartment as he sheds his jacket on a chair. He’d had the longest day at work and had to get the subway and walk home in the freezing cold. He had that familiar ache in his jeans. He’d had a shit week at work and you’d been busier than ever. Bucky got pent up easy. That serum produced a whole lot of cum and he couldn’t go long without needing to bust. He swears you ruined his ability to jerk off. He just can’t. It has to be you. Always you.

He sighs as he unlaces and toes off his boots, noticing all the lights off, including the one to your bedroom. He pads down the hall, easily being silent. He gently pushes open the wooden door, revealing you. You were fast asleep in bed, dressed in only his henley, nipples pebbled against the fabric as the window was open, snoring softly, cheek smushed into the pillow and your mouth slightly ajar. He doesn’t know what it is but that stirring in his pants becomes more insistent. He moves his hands down over his jeans, standing in the doorway and lazily palming his cock. His head lolls back slightly as he bites his lip.

He pads closer to the bed where you slept, undoing his leather belt. He reaches into his boxers and pulls out his cock. It slaps against his abdomen, all pretty and pink at the tip. He wraps his hand around it, stroking it in languid and slow motions, in time wirh your breathing. He isn’t sure why, but god he feels feral tonight. He steps closer, tapping his cock against your cheek. You nuzzle against it unconsciously, still fast asleep with your mouth slightly agape. He groans as his head dips back, stroking himself with more vigour.

He continues stroking himself, pupils blown wide and fixated on his bulbous tip against your cheek as you slept. Before he even knows what he’s doing, he busts all over your face, ropes of cum across your cheeks. “Fuck…” He mumbles to himself, both out of pleasure and realisation he has busted all over your face. Your eyes flit open sleepily, stirred by the feeling of something wet being on your face. You sleepily come to, eyes growing less bleary as they flutter and realising you’re literally face to tip with your boyfriend’s cock which is still pumping out whatever cum he had left in him. You look up at him with those big, sweet eyes. “Hey pretty girl.. didn’t wanna wake you up.. but since you’re up now… open that pretty mouth for me, doll..”

“You okay..?” You murmur softly, your eyes closed. You were laid on your back in bed, all warm and cosy wirh Bucky laying on top of you. “Mhm..” He hums back, though it’s muffled against your breast. Your hands run through his dark brown curls, curling the strands around your finger and scratching his scalp with your fingertips. His lips were wrapped around your buds, suckling lazily. His other hand rested over your boob, kneading and massaging it with his fingers absentmindedly. He tugged and sucked on your nipple, coating it with his saliva as he suckled like a baby nursing. One particularly firm tug leaves your grip tightening on his hair, “N-ngh..” slips from your lips with a soft moan.

He just continues his ministrations, happy to be of service and feeling all relaxed, though his cock was anything but. Your eyes were closed, which meant you were unable to see the way his hips rutted into the mattress, or the tent in his sweatpants. You were also too lost in your own relaxation and pleasure to hear his little whimpers against your breast as he grew needier and needier. His humping grows more insistent, rutting and grinding his hips into the mattress desperately, just needing to cum. His teeth grip your nipple and tug as he moans, shooting ropes of his seed into his boxers as he humped his hips against the mattress.

Your eyes flit open, recognising the sound and looking down at him, looking like such a pathetic, needy mess with a growing stain on his sweats. He looks up at you wirh those big baby blues before going back to suckling, burying himself further into you and his hand wrapping around your waist, cuddling close. He murmurs lazily as he looks up at you, “Just love you Mama..”

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You were on all fours, though your arms had given out long ago and your chest was now on the bed with your ass up in the air. Bucky was behind you, sat up on his knees and ball deep in your pussy. There were forming bruises of his large handprints on your hips from how firmly he had been gripping them. "God, good fuckin' girl.. Lettin' me fuck her from behind like the slut she is.." He groans, head lolling back with pleasure. You whimper, weakly wriggling your hips. "Need you.." You whine, all pouty and needy, voice muffled by your bedsheets. "Yeah, need my cock, pretty girl? Alright, don't say you didn't ask for it.." He mumbles before beginning to pound into you.

His hips slam back and forth with no mercy, slapping against your ass, balls slapping your clit. "This what you wanted, huh, whore? 'Course it is.. You just can't say it 'cause you're too cockdrunk, right sugar? Goin' all stupid on my cock.. 'ts pathetic really.." He mutters, not letting up his pace as you wail into the pillow. You sob into the pillow, both from the humiliation and how goddamn good he fucked your pussy. "There you go.. this is all you want, isn't it pretty girl? Such a pretty little fucktoy.."

You were on your knees in front of Bucky, looking up at him with your pupils blown wide, all needy and desperate. "Please..?" You beg softly. "Baby.. c'mon.. ya' know I've got places to be.." He sighs softly, trying not to look you in the eyes because he knows he will give in immediately. "C'mon.. just a little... pretty please..?" He sighs softly at your innocent plead, as if you weren't begging to slobber all over his cock. "Alright, toots.. Ya' got 5 minutes.." He murmurs, leaning back against the counter. You grin happily. hands hastily moving to his belt and undoing it. You quickly discard it onto the floor and make quick work of his boxer shorts, pulling them down just enough to free his cock and of course - the only thing you really cared for - his balls.

You practically drool at the sight, thanking your lucky stars for guiding you into meeting Bucky, getting into a relationship with him and getting on your knees to suck and love on this man's gorgeous balls. You snap out of it, remembering the timer is ticking before your handsome lover had to rush off to some business, so you begin to indulge in what you'd been looking for. You focus on his pretty, pink tip first, swirling your tongue around it. You love all over his cock before moving down to his balls. Your hand wraps around Bucky's cock as you begin to lazily jerk him off as you suck his balls. He lets out a guttural groan, head tipping back as he wraps his hand around your hair, holding your head there. "God... such a slut.. what is your thing with my balls, huh?" He rasps as he feels pleasure course through him. You ignore his teasing remarks, continuing your ministrations. You feel them twitch with each jerk of his cock, making your panties ever the more wet. You slobber all over them, licking and sucking, utterly obsessed with his balls. His grip on your hair only gets tighter and rougher, his groans growing deeper and more primal - a clear sign he was going to bust.

"Fuck.. Can't make a mess, baby, I got places to be.. Mouth on my cock, now.." He growls, voice growing more demanding as he takes your face, shoving his cock into the back of your throat as you choke. He's right on the edge but just needs that extra little push. Your hand reaches up, beginning to fondle his balls, kneading them between your fingers. That's all it takes. He busts, sending ropes of cum down your throat. You swallow obediently, gasping as you pull off of his cock, though your saliva still connected you to his cock. You wipe your mouth, still panting. "God, you drive me crazy, toots... Be ready for when I get back.." He says, tucking himself back into his slacks and slipping his shoes on - to which you nod with a giggle, most definitely looking forward to his return.

You and Bucky were on a run, after he insisted you should start coming with him for his - quite frankly - unnecessarily long and tiring runs. You’re panting, only barely have finished your 2nd lap whilst Bucky was on his.. god knows how many laps he’d done by now, a whole lot more than you. You lean against a tree, trying to catch your breath. “Good girl!” He says as he comes and claps you on the back proudly, passing you your water bottle. Your cheeks instantly flush, the words running through your head and instantly soaking your panties. You sputter on your water. Bucky quickly pats your back, “Woah, you okay?” He asks wirh a furrowed brow, to which you nod, cheeks red as ever. “Wait… did you just..?” He asks, expression growing more smug. You quickly shake your head out of embarrassment, quickly rushing off to do another lap. He snickers.

The next instance was later on, at a cafe where you and Bucky both got some lunch. You finish your plate fairly quick, having been starving from the run. He notices, nodding to your plate with a small, “Damn, good girl.” Your cheeks instantly flush red again, avoiding eye contact and trying to act like it definitely didn’t turn you on beyond belief. Again, he snickers.

And then of course, later on… “Fuckin’ good girl.. takin’ all my cock like a fuckin’ cocksleeve.. that’s all you wanted, huh baby? Just want to be my good girl? Saw the way your face went all pink today, you’re fuckin’ adorable, y’know that?” He murmurs into your ear as his cock slides in and out of you, your arms around his shoulders and face buried in his shoulder. “‘ts okay baby.. don’t gotta be embarrassed about bein’ Daddy’s good girl…

“C’mon baby.. I promise I won’t bother you.. I’ve been so good for you Mama, been a good boy all day.. don’t even have to look up from your phone or take your shorts off.. I’ll just push them aside.. please Mama, I need to eat your pussy so bad..” He whines softly, leaning his head on your thigh with those big, baby blues staring up at you with desperation evident in them. God, he was a munch if you’d ever seen one. He was down on the floor, whilst you were on the couch, on your phone with your legs crossed. You sigh as you glance down from your phone. You slowly uncross your legs and spread them out for him, going back to your phone.

His movements are hasty, as if he doesn’t wanna waste any of the precious time he has with your pussy. He slips your pajama shorts aside, revealing that pretty, pink pussy he could never stop thinking about. He quickly moves to it, licking up your folds and just admiring. He lifts your thighs over his shoulders, using them as ear muffs as he begins to make out with your pussy. His scruff scratches against your thighs deliciously. Your hand moves to his hair, head lolling back as you bite your lips. He looks up at you, as if for approval and is satisfied by seeing your reaction, smiling gently against your pussy before going back to his work.

He continues to suck and tug at your clit with teeth, which draws the most desperate moans from you. He moves onto your hole, though his finger moves to play with your clit, rubbing it in figures of eight. He eats you out like a man starved, relishing in the little faces or moans you make, just being ever so desperate to make you feel good. After he’s eaten you out and scratched your thighs raw from his scruff, he looks up at you, chin covered in your slick and cum - though still with the sweetest eyes.

“Did I do good, Mama..?”

You were sat in Bucky’s lap, all cosy. Your head was resting on his shoulder, eyes closed. It was your happy place. Your shorts were pushed lazily aside, Bucky’s jeans and boxers only pulled down enough to allow for his cock to be free.

He lazily humps his hips back up into you, savouring in the raspy and breathless moans that come from your mouth. He bites his lip, eyelids flittering closed. His grip around you tightens, just hugging you close. The movements of your hips was still slow and gentle, sluggish and fatigued but still pleasurable. “Just need you, darlin’.. you’re all I need..” He mumbles, voice more quiet and genuine, just wanting to be close to you. You shift softly in his arms, tightening your own grip wirh your head nuzzling into him, inhaling his scent. “My girl..” He mumbles, also in a trance, just so lost in how much he loves you. “My boy..” You murmur back in the same tone, cheek flush to the muscle of his shoulder. “Softie.”

“Says you.”

Your moans echo loudly through the dressing room. The slap of skin on skin reverberates. You desperately try to grab onto anything you can, trying to latch onto the dressing table and staring yourself dead in the eyes in the streaky and messy mirror. Never did you think you’d find yourself backstage with your favourite artist. You definitely didn’t predict you’d be getting dicked down by him either. “Fuckin’ slut! So tight, dumb fuckin whore..” He growls, slapping your ass harshly. You squeak in surprise at the mix between pain and pleasure.

In one hand, he held your hip (occasionally removing it to slap your ass) and in the other, he held a cigarette which was held to his lips at present. He took deep drags of it. Whenever he took a drag from the cigarette, his hips would slow down as he allowed the nicotine to course through him. As soon as he was done with each puff he went straight back to fucking you hard. You moan desperately, your mini skirt pushed up and panties discarded god knows where. His hips slap against your ass, fucking you like a rag doll. “You’re such a lucky fuckin’ slut.. you’re lucky you got chosen.. coulda’ picked any of those girls out there.. picked the cheapest whore.. at least you’re tight, I guess..” He grumbles, moaning and grunting between words and thrusts. “Little slut, do anything for some dick, huh?”

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"You're all fuckin' mine, y'know that? You're mine, this is my pussy, this is my ass, this is my body and nobody else gets to touch you." He growls, his cock deep in your ass after some guy made a move on you earlier that night. "B-ucky! Oh my god, slow down!" You sob out, gripping onto him tightly, feeling his harsh thrusts in your ass. He ignores your protest, jealously burning through his body. He bites down on your neck, leaving another dark purple bruise for everyone to see, which went well with the other hickeys littered all over your body,

"Nobody gets to fuckin' touch you like this. Remember the first time you took me in the ass like this? People had been in that pussy before me but I got that ass first, and that's all that fuckin' matters.. you're mine and nobody else will ever get to touch you like I do and nobody else will ever make you feel as fuckin' amazin' as I do because nobody else knows exactly what spots make you," he shoves two of his metal fingers into your pussy, his thumb playing with your clit as he continues to slam his cock in and out of your ass, "tick."

"This your first day, hm?" He rasps in your ear, ignoring the hustle around the two of you. You nod, biting your lip, sat on the bar with Bucky between your legs, fucking you. The club was still open of course, the patrons whooping and cheering as they watched the new one get broken in and learn her place. It was best to teach them their place early on, to avoid incident. It was much more effective. Besides, gave them a taste of what they'd be doing here. No woman working for James 'Bucky' Barnes just served drinks. Someone could go to any bar for that. Had to be special. You moan, relishing in your audience and the man between your legs. Your hands held onto his shoulders, relishing in the feeling of the expensive fabric against your fingertips. He held your hips tightly, the mini skirt that was part of your uniform pushed up around your hips.

"Remind me, how much is a glass of our whiskey?" He murmurs in your ear, you had to know these things. "Its... um.. oh fuck.." You whimper, distracted by both your audience and the hazy sensation taking over your brain. The only sensation you could focus was the feeling of his monster of a cock rearranging your guts and the cheering and whooping of the many men watching you get dicked down by the mobster, making you all the more wet, "Hm.. thats alright I suppose.. can't expect you to know everything yet.. especially when you're this cockdrunk.."

"You're so pretty, doll.." He murmurs, sounding almost awed. He had you on your back, draped across the bed. You were entirely nude, not that it was uncommon to be naked around Bucky but when you're underneath him with nothing to protect your modesty and he's fully covered, it can cause you to feel a little exposed. Your cheeks flush a baby pink, one arm coming up to drape across your breasts, as if to cover them. "Hey," He murmurs through a huff, almost poutily, quickly removing your arm. "None of that." He huffs. He moves his head down to your chest, getting up close with your boobs and beginning to knead them with his hands. You moan breathlessly, back arching slightly off the bed. He hums contently, moving his lips to suck on your hardened buds. "So pretty.." He mumbles, flicking your other nipple and pinching it with his free hand as he sucks on your other, tugging at it with his teeth.

You don't know how long he stays there, alternating between each breast but before you know it he's moving down your navel. He presses soft kisses down your stomach as he moves, taking his time to worship your body. He eventually gets to your pussy, nudging your legs further apart, his hands massaging your inner thighs as he nuzzles himself into your pussy. He gently licks at your clit, savouring in the way you gasp in pleasure. He begins to lick up your slit attentively, focusing only on your pleasure. "Bucky.." You whimper, writhing in pleasure as he worships your cunt. "Sh, sh.. it's okay.. just wanna worship you doll.. let me.."

"Faster, fuck!" You wail, feeling Bucky's cock sliding in and out of you again. He growls, obeying and beginning to pound you even harder. You let out shrill moans, back arching further into his movements. Your moaning was impossibly loud. Bucky lets out a low groan, continuing to thrust, changing the angle slightly. In order to maintain the angle, he has to shift his weight slightly, moving his metal hand up to wrap around your neck to give him the leverage that he needed to maintain this angle. Something in you stirs and all of a sudden you're impossibly even more horny. Your pussy clenches tight around Bucky's cock, practically choking it. "Jesus fucking Christ, choke me!" You rasp, eyes rolling back as you bite your lip in ecstasy.

Bucky's pace falters slightly, feeling like he's just been factory restarted. He pauses but gently adds some pressure to your neck, unsure and hesitant and testing the waters. He sees your reaction and suddenly he's turned into as much of a pervert as you. He snaps back into his more dominant headspace, thrusts growing faster and adding more pressure to your neck. You moan loudly, unable to contain yourself. The metal is cold around your neck, a delicious contrast to the warmth of both yours and Bucky's bodies. The metal plates whir into place as his grip tightens. You think you've died and gone to heaven and then come back. He relishes in the way you moan and your eyes roll back in pure bliss. "Yeah, you like that? Like Daddy chokin' you?"

Bucky had already been fucking you for a good hour or two, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't gone a little stupid.. or more than a little. You were completely cockdrunk, only able to focus on the sensation of your boyfriend's cock bullying into your guts. That man had stamina, to say the least. Your moans were loud, almost feral. All your inhibitions and care for neighbours was gone.

The thing with Bucky was you could be incoherent, completely limp and cockdrunk, and he'd be completely fine. Which meant he hadn't lost his clarity or regard for neighbours. "Sh, sh, sh.. gotta be a little quieter, dollface.." He murmurs as you let out feral, primal moans, only able to focus on the sensations in your cunt. He huffs softly, knowing you're too far gone to contain yourself. He takes advantage of the fact you're halfway through a moan and your mouth is open to move two of his metal digits inside of your mouth.

You're completely bewildered for a moment, trying to gather your bearings when you hear Bucky's firm, "Suck." and you obey. You begin to suck on the digits, looking up at him with big wide eyes as he gags with you his fingers. "That's a good girl.. lot quieter now, huh?"

Bucky had huge loads. He used to have no idea how to deal with it. He'd have wet dreams almost every night and went through a lot out of washing powder a week with how often he was washing his sheets. Hell, they had a spot where they looked bleached from how many times Bucky had come on them. He'd constantly wake up panting, red-faced, with a huge mess all over his crotch and bedding. Bless his poor heart, he just had so much in his balls with nobody to help him or anyone to stuff it into.

And then he met you.

"Holy shit, baby.." He whines through a whimper, lazily humping into you as he laid on top of you. His head was resting on your chest, smushed in your tits to avoid looking up at you. Lord knew if he looked at your face while cumming he'd produce almost twice his abnormally large load. His stomach stuck against yours as he'd already shot a load onto your stomach and another down your throat and all over your face previously. It seemed endless. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Mama.. Oh Mommy..." He whines, voice growing more desperate and higher in pitch - which indicated he was incredibly close to cumming.

His cock twitches as he shoves it in as far as it would go. Ropes of his cum spurt into you, almost never-ending. He buries his face into your tits, whimpering and whining at the overstimulation and the seemingly endless stream of cum filling up your pussy. When he pulls out of you, it takes maybe four or five seconds before it all begins to leak out of you. "There's so much, Mama..." He whimpers, looking at you with those big, desperate, baby blues. You coo at him, "It's okay, pretty boy.. you can pump me with as much as you need to.."

Of course there was a period of before Bucky met you and then of course there was the period of when you two got together. But what came between?

Well, there was obviously a period where Bucky knew you, but you weren’t together. That’s when his wet dreams were at their worst. Even a smile in his direction and he was hard as a rock, his cock twitching in his boxers as he desperately tried not to cum his pants. He’d give you a polite smile in return and a half-assed excuse before quickly rushing off to his bedroom. He hastily shuts the door, leaning against it as he begins to palm himself through his sweats. But it wasn’t working. That wasn’t enough. He whines softly as he pulls his cock out of his sweatpants, beginning to jerk himself.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck.. shit..” He whimpers to himself under his breath, overwhelmed with thoughts of cumming all over your sweet face, then your tits, then all over your back, then all over your stomach, all over your thighs, all over your feet, in your pussy, in your ass and then in your mouth. He whimpers, the thoughts only making him more desperate to cum. He whines softly, slapping a hand over his mouth as he continues to jerk himself. He busts all over himself, ropes of cum landing all over his stomach and abs. The seed goes all over his hand, dripping down his thighs and it is absolutely everywhere.

His cheeks flush in shame, humiliated that he’d had to run off to his room and stick his hand down his pants because you smiled at him. He whimpers softly as he looks down at the mess, head hung low as he grabs a towel and prepares to go wash it all off - .. and then probably wank in the shower again.

Your hands ran down Bucky’s back as you pushed him against the wall. He reciprocates with red cheeks but panic was coursing through him. You two hadn’t quite gotten to the stage of sex yet. And God, he was terrified and also incredibly humiliated. He had a lot of cum and he didn’t last very long either. All he knew was those two things were generally very unattractive with women.

You eventually had him on his back on the bed, kissing up his neck, meanwhile he was just absolutely frozen. “(Y/N)- I um-“ He tries to speak, cheeks all red. You pull back, brows furrowed. “.. you okay?” He pauses, cheeks all red. He didn’t really exactly know how to say ‘I’m really sorry, I can’t hold myself back, I cum really fast.’ “I um.. I.. have a really hard time.. lasting.. and um.. when i do.. there’s uhm.. there’s a lot.. like a lot a lot..” You just blink in slight surprise, Bucky’s face was a bright pink. You quickly reassure him that it’s okay, though you most definitely underestimated him.

You were now on top of Bucky, bouncing on his cock. Your eyes roll back in bliss. He hadn’t told you that he was that big. He was whimpering and whining desperately. “Doll, fuck, wait..” He whimpers, trying to pull you off before he embarrasses himself. But you just shove yourself firmly down, “Do it. Give me your babies. Pump me full. Get me all pregnant and swollen and big with your baby. Cum in me.” You murmur. He cannot hold back, not after you’ve said that. He whimpers as his cock twitches, pumping you full of an absurd amount of cum. “Fuck, babydoll, don’t know what’s wrong with me, there’s so much, fuck, i’m so sorry, don’t know what’s wrong with me..” He whimpers and whines through his orgasm. You moan in bliss when you eventually lift off him, endless cum beginning to pour out of you.

And God, that’s when you knew sex with Bucky would be fun.

You moan loudly as Bucky thrusted into you. You were in a bathroom at some huge, fancy party. He had you up on the sink, holding you up as he bullied his cock into you. You bite down on his shoulder, trying to contain your sounds. He pants and grunts lowly in your ear as he pushes in as far as he can go. He holds back a roar as he finishes and pumps you full of his endless ropes of seed. You both pant as you come down from your respective highs, Bucky's cock only stopping releasing spurts of cum after a few minutes. You stand up from the counter, ignoring the way your legs feel like jelly from how he'd completely rearranged your insides. You grab some powder from your clutch, touching up your makeup and fixing the few smears whilst Bucky adjusts his trousers and makes sure they're stain free and aren't tainted with either of your bodily fluids.

You both stand there for a few minutes, sorting yourselves out when you freeze. You feel something wet and sticky slowly but surely trickling down your thighs. Oh no. You'd forgotten that his endless cum could cause a few issues at times like these. "Bucky-!" You immediately hiss, looking over at him, to which he gives you a confused and perplexed look. "What's wrong?" You hiss back at him, "What's wrong is that your cum is currently leaking down my thigh and you were cumming buckets for at least 3 minutes and it will now all be dripping out of me like I'm a leaky tap!" You squeak, cheeks flushing and already trying to think of how on earth you're going to clean up a super-soldier sized mess. You see his jaw absolutely drop and can practically hear all his blood immediately rushing south, already beginning to guess in his head how much the marble flooring would hurt his knees if he literally just dropped to them. "Bucky!" You squeak, hitting his chest with your clutch. "We have to clean it up somehow! I can't go walking around with your cum dripping down my thigh!" Bucky's still looking at you as if you're Aphrodite herself and just drops to his knees. "C'mon sugar, I'll clean you up, trust me.." He murmurs, tucking his head under your dress and getting straight to work.

You gasp, grabbing onto the sink as you feel his tongue lick a long stripe up your thigh, scooping his own cum up onto his tongue and swallowing it. Your head lolls back with a lipbite as he begins to prod your hole with his tongue, nose nudging your clit. He begins to eat you like a man starved, drinking up all his cum that he'd previously implanted into your pussy a mere ten minutes ago, moaning into your cunt at the taste of his own cum mixed with your juices. He drinks you up thoroughly, making sure not to miss a drop.

You're completely dizzy with pleasure when he pulls back, emerging from beneath your dress. He was panting, pupils blown wide, his chin completely soaked with your juices and a growing dark stain over his crotch.

".. I think I just came in my pants.."

"What?!"

"What?"

Bucky grunts lowly in your ear as he pushes his cock as deep into you as it will go as he pumps you full of his ropes of cum. You moan softly, head tilting back against the pillow as you feel his cock twitching inside of you. You both pant as you come down from your highs and Bucky's cock finally stops pumping more cum into you. He slowly pulls out of you, his length covered in your mixed juices. It takes a mere few seconds before his cum begins to drip out of you. It drips down your cunt, going down your ass before dripping down onto the bed, creating a pool of cum beneath you on the bed.

He pulls back, watching with slightly red cheeks, both from physical activity and from the desire that races through him at the sight of his cum leaking out of your hole. His fingers trace up your thighs and collect some of his cum on his fingers. He drags them up to your pussy, smearing the substance around your clit at first, causing you to shakily inhale a small gasp and shiver, before he pushes his fingers deep inside you. You moan and whimper, back arching up as his fingers plug you up. He coos at you, stroking your thigh with his other hand, "Sh, sh, sh.. Just makin' sure it sticks.."

“How was work..?” You murmur as to stare into Buckys eyes in the mirror, arms wrapped around him from behind. His whole body was tense and rigid, still not wound down after a shitty day of work, “Long..” He sighs, hands leaning on the sink. You hum softly as your hands trace up his back, your touch feather light. Bucky shivers at the sensation, tingles running through him. His head leans back as he sighs, your hands beginning to massage his shoulders. You work out the knots with your fingers, humming softly and still pressed against his back. His breath hitches as he feels your hands begin to slip slower, tracing over his abs before grazing over his bulge. He gives an almost inaudible groan at the sensations.

Your fingers lazily trace over him bulge, humming contently t=at the reaction it gets from him. Your hand begins to apply a bit more pressure as you palm him. He continues to let out soft whines. Your hand teases at the band of his boxers before slipping beneath them. You shuffle them down slightly and pull his cock from his boxer shorts. His cock springs up, slapping against his abs.

His dick really was glorious. A good nine and a half inches with an incredible girth. It had veins running all down its length. It had the prettiest pink tip, usually with a glowy tint to it, considering how often it was smeared in precum. He had the most full balls to go with it too, always full of cum that he was ready to pump you full of.

You bite your lip, looking in the mirror as your hand wraps around his cock, beginning to slowly tug it and watching how it twitches in your hand. He was ever so sensitive. After seventy years of no release, there was a lot of build up and he had an almost constant desire to pump you full of all of his cum. He just had so much and all of it he needed to give to you. It was almost primal. Like a fire that got that close to extinguishing before getting even bigger and brighter than before. "Shit, dollface..." He groans, head still lolled back, those pretty, pink, plump lips caught between his teeth. Your hand continues to work him, tugging your way up his cock and twisting your hand when you got to the tip. His hips buck up into your hand, his body chasing the sensation of his tip being teased. Your hand begins to grow slightly wet with the amount of precum that gets all over your hands whenever your fingers make it up his length - though it did provide some lube which was helpful

Your hand begins to speed up, jerking him faster and the other hand going down to his very full balls, beginning to knead them. He lets out a broken moan, trying to grind his dick further into your hand with a movement of hips. He sounded so whiny and pathetic and so goddamn needy. Your hand almost struggles to wrap all the way around his girth, god knew how your pussy managed to take it all. It really was a miracle that you hadn't been split in half yet. His whines grow more and more frequent and higher in higher in pitch as that coil begins to build in his stomach.

His cock twitches in your hand and you just know he's close. "Ask nicely, pretty boy.." You murmur, your gaze boring into him as he meets it in the mirror. He struggles to even keep him eyes open, trying to stop them from just rolling back. Both of your eyes were nearly black with pure arousal. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, let me cum, god, please let me cum.." He whines, cheeks tinged pink with desire. "Go on, pretty boy, you've earned it.." You murmur. And that small sentence is all he needs.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" He cries out, hips bucking upwards as his ropes spray all over. They land on the mirror as well as all over your hands. You can barely even see yourself in the mirror with the amount of cum all over it. He pants, head hazy and his cock still pumping out the buckets of cum he had stored in his balls. He leans on you slightly, his head spinning from the amount of pleasure he'd just experienced. You slowly continue jerking him, milking him for all he had in those ever so full balls. Once his cock finally stops producing many rounds worth of cum, he can finally stand properly on his own two feet. You giggle softly as he finally comes back to you and becomes aware of his surroundings. "You made such a big mess, baby boy.." You giggle, forehead resting against the back of his shoulder, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he quickly regains his breath. "Wouldn't have made such a huge mess if we'd done it my way.." He murmurs, still reeling from the ecstasy you'd just inflicted on him. "Yeah, well, maybe next time," You tease, looking at him through the thick ropes of cum in the mirror, only able to see a foggy and unclear, distorted of the two of you. "... we should probably clean this up.." He murmurs, breathing finally back to normal as he regains the control over his body and most of the fog previously clouding his head clears.

"My hands are absolutely covered.." You giggle as you finally notice the state of your hands. They were completely coated in the thick ropes of his seed. "Crap, sorry.." He murmurs, cheeks tinging a darker pink as he notices the copious amount of his cum that he'd covered your hands in. "It's okay, I dont mind.." You murmur, staring at him through the foggy and unclear image as you bring your hand to your mouth. You drag your tongue along your hand, collecting as much of it onto your tongue as possible, closing your eyes in bliss as you swallow it. Bucky's jaw almost drops at the sight, feeling all the blood rush south all over again. "Fuck, baby, don't do this to me.." He groans, eyes fluttering closed. You giggle, leaving the room and returning without clothes but with a towel and cleaning spray.

"Jesus, babe.. Not helping.. Try'na give me a show or what?" He murmurs, turning around to face you. "Baby, c'mon, we've gotta clean this all up, it's all over my expensive mirror." You hum, beginning to spray the cleaning solution onto the mirror, cringing at the way it mixes in with his semen but also giggling at the humour of all of it. "Gross, why does it mix in like that?" Bucky says, nose scrunching in distaste as the colour of the spray begins to taint the sperm a green hue. "Could'a dodged this if you cleaned it with your tongue, y'know." You hum bluntly. Bucky sputters, both aroused and incredibly shocked by your words, "J-Jesus, Doll-!" He gapes, completely lost for words. "Kidding, kidding.. save that for next time too... besides I'd have to clean up afterwards anyway 'cause your tongue would leave streaks on it." You giggle, beginning to wipe away the mess left behind by your sexual escapade. ".. I think you're really passionate about this mirror." He grumbles, grabbing a rag from under the sink to help out with your efforts. "Yeah, well, gotta keep it maintained. God knows it's seen enough, gotta give it a little love in return."

Bucky groans lowly in the dim lighting of your bedroom. You were on your stomach with your face buried in the mattress. Bucky was behind you, hovering above you, chest slightly pressing against your back. He nips at your earlobe, causing you to mewl and press your face further into the mattress. "You're takin' my cock like such a slut, doll.." He mutters lowly into your ear, causing you to clench at the praise but what he does next makes you practically choke on air while simultaneously choking his cock with your cunt. "C'mon, doll.. say it, gotta be sure you know what you are.." He murmurs. Your body just freezes up for a moment, in shock and arousal before you quickly nod with a whimper.

"I'm.. I'm takin' your cock like a slut.." You whimper as you bury your face into the covers, embarrassed that you have to repeat his praise but also so goddamn turned on by it. And, God, he didn't stop there. He never just stopped there.

"Baby- C'mon, it was nothing- Don't be like that-" He mumbles between the kisses you give him, having been pinned down on the bed by you the second the front door opened. "They were touching you.." You huff, trying to seem intimidating but seeming more pouty to Bucky. "Baby, c'mon.." He almost snickers at your demeanour, finding your jealousy thoroughly amusing. You huff, trying to find some way to get him to take you seriously. You move down to his neck, biting sharply and sucking a bruise into his neck. Bucky's healing was ridiculously quick, meaning hickeys never lasted but you still tried. He lets out a breathy moan, making you feel a little more satisfied than before.

You remove his shirt, moving down his abs and sucking various hickeys all down his chest before eventually getting to his v-line. You tug down his sweatpants and free his cock. It slaps against his abs, already a deep red at the tip and hard. You give him no warning before taking it to the base, relaxing your throat as you deepthroat him. He lets out a startled but pleasured moan, hand flying to the back of your head instinctively. You begin bobbing your head up and down on his cock, sucking when you got to the tip and jerking the rest off him with your hand. He lets out low groans as his hips thrust off the bed and into your mouth, chasing the pleasure.

He feels his tip twitch in your throat and begins to chase his release. He feels it building and it feels so damn good, he got pent up easy and it was hard not to want to bust when your girlfriend's mouth was wrapped around your cock. He gets so goddamn close and then.. its gone. What the hell? He's reeling from the sudden cut off of pleasure, panting and lifting himself onto his elbows. He looks down at you, confusedly, when he sees you looking up at him with a smirk. You. Little. Fucker. His eyes narrow as he looks down at you.

".. Oh you are in trouble now, sweetheart."

"Please touch me.." You whimper softly. You and Bucky were on the couch. Your head was resting on his shoulder, his arm loosely around you. But God, you were just itching with need and you needed him so badly. "Yeah? Need me touch you?" He asks softly, knowing how desperate you got for touch at times. You nod needily.

In less than 10 minutes, he had you on the bed. You were on your back, arms wrapped around Bucky's shoulders with your legs wrapped around his waist. He rested some weight on you, knowing the skin-to-skin greatly helped you feel better, especially during sex. You sniffle softly, always getting emotional during sex, just so goddamn overwhelmed with the sensations and your overwhelming love for Bucky. You nuzzle yourself into Bucky, trying to get impossibly close to him. He coos softly at you, understanding your need for praise and comfort when you were like this, "Sh, sh, sh.. You're alright, pretty girl.. you're doing so good for me, doin' so well.. I'm right here.. I'm here.."

"Long day.." He murmurs against your lips, having only just returned from work. You hum softly against his lips, kissing him back, hands going to his waist instinctively. You were dressed in your usual silk nightgown with lingerie beneath it, that was always Bucky's expectation. When he got home, you always had to have some kind of lingerie on. Your hands go to his hips, holding onto them. As you move your hands, they land on his belt which had his knife holster attached, your finger skimming the handle of the blade that peeks out of its holster. And, God knows why, but all of a sudden you are incredibly hot and bothered. Bucky immediately picks up on this, smirking down at you, getting ideas of his own.

Before you knew it, you were laid down on your bed, looking up at Bucky. His hand moves to his hip, unbuckling the holster with one hand and removing the knife from it. The gleam of the blade in the light makes you feel impossibly wet. He climbs on top of you, tracing the blade up your side. You shiver in anticipation, arousal coursing through you.

He glides it up to the lacy straps of your nightgown, cutting through them before cutting it down the middle. You don't move a muscle, both from fear of your skin catching on the blade and also just stunned by how much it turns you on. Your head falls back as you bite your lip. Bucky hums as the dark blue lingerie set beneath the nightgown is revealed. He slices the lacy bra through the middle, revealing your breasts, buds hard against the cold air. He takes the blade, pressing the flat side of it against your nipple. You gasp from the pleasure and cold of the knife. He traces the knife down, just barely tracing your navel.

He gets down to your panties. You assumed he'd just cut straight through the lace. But no, he traces the blade down the lace and gets down to your covered cunt. He presses the blade flat against your cunt, making you gasp and pressing your panties against your cunt, making them soak up more of your slick and making them all the more slick. Bucky scoffs in amusement as the blade begins to get a bit wet, your wetness still getting through to it despite the barrier of your panties. "Whore.." He mumbles under his breath as he finally moves the knife to cut the lace on either side of your hips, quickly discarding the now-ruined lace.

He hums, satisfied, pulling his cock from his boxers and moving to line himself up with your soaking cunt. Before he slides in, he glides the blade up to your throat, just barely putting pressure. He leans down to whisper in your ear, applying just the tiniest amount of pressure but nowhere near enough to cut the skin, his voice is low and cautionary, "I'd stay still if I were you..."

Bucky always accompanied you to the gym. You didn't really like the idea of going alone or having to ask some stranger to spot you or something so Bucky automatically offered to always go with you and give you a ride there and back, to save on money of course. The gym was pretty small and usually empty anyway, as it was today.

Bucky was behind you as you were on the bench press. It was heavy as shit and your arms were beginning to struggle. You were both covered in a thin, sheen of sweat and Bucky definitely hadn't quite yet gotten over watching you do your leg workouts and you definitely hadn't gotten over him almost effortlessly lifting almost thrice your body weight. He was getting distracted by the sports bra and shorts you were hearing as well as your breathless panting. "C'mon.. one more.. you've got it.. there ya go.. good girl.." You let out a soft groan as you manage to lift it and place it back on the rack, panting. You looked almost blissed, laying against the bench press, covered in a thin sheen of sweat and panting. Bucky can't help the feeling that stirs in him. He isn't even entirely sure how you both got to this stage or what even happened, but it's definitely happening.

Bucky was laying on the bench, shorts pulled down, your shorts discarded on the floor. You were on top of him, bouncing up and down his cock. "Fuck-! M-mpfh-!" You moan out, hands on his chest to keep yourself upright. "Holy shit... dont stop.." He rasps, hands on your hips to encourage your bouncing and keep you going. You begin to feel that delicious burn in your legs that came from the bouncing motion, "Holy shit, fuck me!" You moan out, slamming yourself down, rising, then impaling yourself on his cock again. His grip on your hips remains firm, assisting you.

"..Does this count as spotting?"

"Shut up."

Bucky had been in an utterly awful mood all night and you had absolutely no idea as to why. You'd gone out to a bar with a few friends, they had brought a few of their own friends. A few of which were men who seemed to show a particular interest in you. You were completely oblivious to it, but god, it had really pissed Bucky off.

The second you step in the door, you try to turn to Bucky, "What's going on with yo-?" You try to ask before you get pinned to the wall, his lips attacking yours. You let out a startled yelp, trying to push him back so you can actually ask him to explain what had set him off. He's having none of it, holding the back of your head and kissing you passionately. He picks you up by the ass, wrapping your legs aroun him and carries you into the bedroom. He plops you down on the bed, climbing on top of you, pulling your skirt up around your hips and tugging his jeans down. "You're mine.." He growls in your ear as he slides in. You gasp, arms around his shoulders, still very confused as to what caused this. "Did you see the way they were looking at you? Like they wanted to get in the sheets with you? They're fucking stupid if they think you'll go anywhere near them.." He growls in your ear, thrusts already harsh and deep. "You hear that?" He grunts into your ear. "Youre," he punctuates each word with a deep and hard thrust, "mine. to. fuck. all. my. little. fucking. doll."

“I um.. I’m a little nervous..” You murmur, still dressed in your pyjama shorts and a loose t-shirt. Bucky was on top of you, shirt off wearing his sweatpants. “It’s okay, I’ll take it slow, traffic light system, yeah?” He whispers softly, brushing a few strands of hair from your face. “Okay..” You say softly, still nervous but you trust Bucky. “Is this okay..?” He whispers as he begins to lift your shirt up. You nod, cheeks a little red. He removed your shirt, spending a little time loving on your tits, sucking and kissing all over. He moves down to your shorts, wriggling them down and stroking your thighs.

“Are you ready..?” He whispers gently. You nod, swallowing nervously but also excited to pop your cherry. He slowly lines up with you, gently pushing in. You wince slightly at the burn but try to keep your body relaxed. “It’s okay.. I’m right here.. I can stop if you need..” You shake your head, cheeks still tinted pink. “No.. don’t stop.. I want it..” You whisper gently. He began slowly thrusting in and out. Your eyes avert, just trying to look at the ceiling, turning your face into the pillow and trying to keep your whimpers and moans down. You bite your lip, trying to keep the sounds down. “Hey, hey, hey.. look at me pretty girl.. You’re doing so well.. Don’t gotta hide from me..” He murmurs softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “Doin’ so good.. I’m right here, baby.. right here..”

Honey..” He whispers, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face and trying not to get hard. You were on his thigh, completely nude after having stripped off your silk robe. He was dressed in his tactical gear, trying to get ready for the mission he’d offered to help on. They didn’t need him, per se, but he wanted to help out. He was on the phone, arranging some final details and confirming. You, however, were not happy about his offer to help where he wasn’t needed and were absolutely desperate for his cock. He had the phone held to his ear, trying to remain quiet. You were wet, pussy gliding along the fabric of his tactical pants. He tried to focus on the voice through the phone but it was pretty damn hard.

Your hands were on his chest, letting out soft and breathy moans as you slid back and forth on his thigh. You grind your hips down, letting out a breathless whine. He gives you a small glare, trying to get you to be quieter. Though his final straw is when you slide your pussy up to rub over his crotch, grinding down as you stare him deep in the eyes. His restraint snaps, quickly murmuring something about an ‘urgent personal matter’ before hanging up and tossing his phone. You snicker before you’re cut off by him smacking his lips to yours. You hum as you melt into it, biting his lower lip. He stands up, holding you up by your thighs.

“You are in for it tonight.”

You were beneath Bucky as he hovered above you, thrusting into you. Your cheeks were red. You’d asked Bucky to keep the lights off, which he’d agreed to without hesitation. He assumed you wanted that for the mood and also because it was late. You look down at your body in the dark, looking away. It was hard to he confident when your boyfriend could lift five of you effortlessly and definitely had the body to show for it.

You try to focus on the pleasure, trying to ignore all the thoughts in your head that made you wanna cover yourself up with the sheets and put a blindfold on Bucky so he couldn’t see you. Bucky was very in tune with you. He could tell when you weren’t really enjoying sex because of things going on in your head. “Look at me.” He says firmly, grabbing your face in his hand and turning it to look at him. You nearly melt, looking him in the eyes and feeling yourself getting all the more wet. You feel the coil beginning to build in your stomach.

“I- I’ve gotta cum..” You whimper. He slaps your clit harshly, making you moan and whimper. “Don’t you dare. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous y’know that? You’re the prettiest fuckin’ woman I’ve seen in my life and the prettiest woman in the world.” You whimper at all the praise, “Buck, I- I’ve gotta cum.. please..” You whine softly, trying to grid your hips up. He slaps your clit again. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare. Not until you repeat what I just told you.” He says firmly, pinching your clit. “I-Im gorgeous, Im the prettiest woman in the world and you love me because Im perfect.. Oh god, let me cum!” You wail desperately. “There we go..” He coos, “Go on doll, cum for me.”

He sits back against the couch, head lolling back against the cushions. You were straddling him, dressed in his henley and some pajama shorts, meanwhile he was in sweats and shirtless. You had a hand laced through his brown curls, pulling his head back. Your lips were tracing down his neck. You’d started your lips up at his jawline, slowly making your way down. He whimpers, head tilting back to give you more access. His arms wrap further around your waist squeezing you tight. He tried to wrap himself further around you, just wanting to be close to you.

Your lips suck and bite down on his neck, licking and watching the purple bruises form. “Dollface..” He whimpers. “I know, baby, I know..” You hum against hi neck , biting just beneath his jawline. He whimpers softly, tucking his head beneath your chin. “Love you, Mama..”

You whimper, burying your face into Bucky’s shoulder. He hushes you as he continues to thrust in and out of your pussy. “Sh, sh, sh..” He murmured, focusing on your pleasure. You whine softly, head falling back against the pillow. “I- I need to cum..” You mewl, back arching up into his ministrations. He harshly slaps your clit, growling your ear, “Don’t you dare. You wait for permission. Am I understood?” He says firmly in your ear. You whimper and squirm, but nodding. He slaps your clit again, pinching it. “Use your words. You’re a big girl. Am I understood?” You squirm, nodding, “Yes Sir..” You whimper. You feel the coil continuing to build in your stomach and you know you can’t hold it. “Please, please, please, let me cum..” You plead, he shakes his head, thrusts growing harder, faster and deeper.

You can’t possibly hold it anymore though, your orgasm washing over you as you clench around him, choking his cock with your pussy. You allow it to run through you before you realise what you’ve done. Your eyes dart open, meeting Bucky’s stern ones. He leans down, growling into your ear, “You wanted to cum that bad, huh? Couldn’t take it? Sweet girl, you wanted to cum so bad that you couldn’t listen Im not goin’ to let ya’ stop cumming.”

And that’s when you know you are in for a long night and a lot of overstimulation.

𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧

Bucky glanced over himself in the mirror. His physique wasn’t quite what it used to be. Since you’d had Baby Becca 3 years ago, he had not had the amount of time he thought he would to keep up with his body. He’d put on a little weight, given the fact that he had to eat a lot in order to not starve yet hadn’t had the time to burn it all off. “Becca’s in bed..” You murmur, leaning on the doorway. You furrow your brows, noticing the look in his eyes that mirrored the one you’d had countless times during your early postpartum days. “What’s up..?” You murmur, walking up to his side, nudging his arm open and tucking yourself into him, looking into the mirror.

“Nothin’ just uh..” He gives a slightly awkward laugh, “body ain’t what it used to. Put on a little weight. That’s all.” He clarifies, averting his gaze. You glance over his body in the mirror. Since you’d had Becca, you and Bucky hadn’t really had time to properly look at escher other. On the rare occasions you had time, you’d just have lazy, sweet sex, never really overly heated. But God, now you were looking down his body like you had when you two first had sex and you felt heat rushing down to your core. You bite your lip softly, cheeks flushing a little from the sudden horniness running over you.

“I need you.” You whisper, looking up at him. He looks back down at you, a little taken aback. He sees that look in your eyes, the look he’s seen hundreds of times and he feels the same heat running over him too. He quickly moves his lips to yours, shuffling back over to the bed until the back of your knees hits the wooden frame. You flop back on the bed, him crawling on top of you.

“Take me, Daddy..” You mumble against his lips between heated kisses. You both quickly shed your clothes, Bucky lining up with you and pushing inside. “Fuck, oh, babe-!” You gasp, back arching up into him as he pounds into you. “Shit, love you, honey..” He groans softly in your ear, forehead resting against yours. He thrusts into you, your lips messily connecting as your arms wrap around his shoulders, which were now a little more beefy. You feel his cock beginning to twitch as his thrusts grow more erratic. “Shit, Im gonna cum dollface..” He rasps, groaning and grunting in your ear, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body. “Fuck, honey, put another baby in me-!” You whine, trying to take him as deep as possible, “Give me another baby, give Bec a sibling..” You gasp.

And that’s all it takes for Bucky, just the idea of seeing you pregnant again is enough for him. He shoves himself as deep as possible into your cunt, feeling his cock twitch as he pumps you full of endless ropes of cum. You both gasp and tremble as you come down from your highs. He drops down on top of you, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. You both pant, cuddling into each other, savouring the feel of his now slightly chubbier form. You cuddle deeper into him, wrapping your legs tightly around him, kissing his temple and mumbling,

“I love you… especially when you’re all beefy..”

You were face down on the bed, pinned down with Bucky’s tie wrapped around your wrists and tied to the bedpost. You didn’t know how long it’d been or how many orgasms you’d had but your whole body was tingling and you were so overwhelmed yet so needy. He had two fingers stuffed inside of you and had a vibrator pressed to your clit, the buzzing having become background noise wirh how long it had been going on. You were squirming and whining, trying to move but unable to do more than a small wriggle. Bucky was cooing at you, occasionally pulling his fingers out to play with your cunt or slap your ass.

“Little slut, aren’t ya’ sugar..?” He murmurs, applying more pressure to your clit with the vibrator, “Daddy-! Too much..” You whine, thighs trembling with pleasure. “You can take it. I know you can. Daddy knows your limits, even if you think you know them, Daddy knows them better.” He hums contently, as if he wasn’t sending you to heaven and back with each and every orgasm he was giving you. “Daddy, please, I can’t cum again, I can’t..” You sob into the pillow, overwhelmed with pleasure, “Oh, sweets, you’re nowhere near finished, givin’ me at least a few more..”

Nowhere is safe from Bucky’s munch activities.

𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

You stare in the mirror, flicking and holding your boobs in your hands. It felt silly and it felt a little stupid. Hell a ton of women always went on about wishing they had bigger boobs. But yours? You were just.. unsure. You didn’t know why.. they were just.. a little too big for your liking. You huff softly, tucking them into your bra as you put it on. You had put on a sports bra, hoping to flatten them out a little and make them not appear so.. large. Bucky comes into the bedroom, looking at you and tilting his head. “You okay? Why are you looking at yourself like that?” He asks gently, walking up behind you. “Nothing.. I just.. Don’t you think they’re a little… big..?” You ask bashfully, cheeks flushing as you look at them. Buckys brows furrow as he wraps himself around you, “Of course not.. they’re perfect.. you’re perfect..” He murmurs, kissing your shoulder softly. He hears you sigh unsurely, knowing he’ll have to prove it you.

He begins gently kissing your neck, pulling off your sports bra gently. He hears you give a shuddering, but pleased, breath, goosebumps forming on your skin. He moves his hands to cover your boobs, encasing them entirely with his large hands, beginning to knead them. He moves his thumb and index finger and grips your bud between his fingers, beginning to tug and twist them. “Oh.. shit, Bucky..” You whimper, “Sh, let me love on you…” He murmurs, continuing to fondle them. “They’re gorgeous.. they’re so perfect and fit so good in my hands.. everything about you is perfect darlin..’ He mumbles softly and reassuringly as he continues to toy with your nipples. He comes round in front of you, moving his mouth down to your chest, sucking hickeys on the swell of your breast, repeating the process numerous times. You weren’t sure how long he’d been loving on your tits, but by the time he was doen you were panting with hickeys all over your chest. “Perfect..” He murmurs as he looks over them.

Bucky notices you've been a little off since you got to the bar. He wasn't quite sure why. He was driving home, you in the passenger seat quietly with his hand absentmindedly stroking your thigh. He tries to think of what could've possibly sparked this silence in you. You finally arrive home, where you open your own door instead of waiting for him to open it for you, and climb out, going inside the house. He furrows his brow but shuts the door and locks the car, going up the porch steps after you. He shuts the door, grabbing your waist. He pulls you closer to him, face barely inches apart. "What's your problem tonight, huh?" He rasps. "Nothing, just.. that girl you were talking to.." You manage to get out before sniffling and averting your gaze, eyes growing watery. "Oh, sugar.." He whispers, grip on your waist tightening.

Before you even knew what was going on, you were being tossed over his shoulder and carried you to the bedroom. He opens the door, tossing you down onto the bed and stripping his shirt off. You're breathless and red-cheeked, watching him as heat rushes down to your core. He climbs on top of you and the rest is a blur. Time has both slowed and sped up and you don't know which way's up or down or left or right. He had you in missionary, panting and grunting in your ear as he bullied his cock into you. "Could never go 'round fuckin' other girls.. none of their pussies would be this tight.. none of them would be able to take my cock this good or this deep.. you're my little slut and I'm your Daddy and only your Daddy.. What's wrong, sugar? Look a little flushed..."

He pants as he brings the axe down again, the wood chopping in half and falling into the rest of the pile. He wash shirtless, his flannel removed and tied around his waist, showing off his abs which were shining with a thin sheen of sweat. You step down the porch steps into the backyard. "Hey baby.." You say gently, feet softly padding against the grass as you approach him. He puts the axe into the stump, turning around to face you. "Hey sugar.." He murmurs, looking you up and down. You were barefoot, dressed in the pretty, flowy, white sundress you liked to wear. He bites his lip slightly, licking his lips slowly. You approach him, going to put your hands on his shoulders. He quickly takes your wrists, stopping you, his hands gigantic compared to yours. "I gotta finish work and shower yet, doll.. Don't wanna touch me when I'm like this.. I'm all gross and sweaty.." He murmurs, thumbs gently rubbing your wrists as he holds them.

You glance down, eyes fixing on his abs that were glistening in the sunlight, the sheen of sweat only making him look more ethereal. Your breath catches, practically melting as you look at him. Your eyes eventually trace back up to his face, the few strands of hair sticking to his forehead, his baby blues staring intently at you, his cheeks tinged a soft pink from his labour. "Fuck me.." You murmur, running your hands over his shoulders. "Doll.." He nearly groans, "C'mon.. I've still got work to do and I'm all gross-" He murmurs, getting distracted by the feeling of your gentle hands tracing over his shoulders. You move your lips to his, lazily making out with him and humming against his lips, "Don't care.. Need your cock.. C'mon.. Come take a break and fill me up.." You murmur, arms slithering around his shoulders to pull him closer, going up on your tiptoes to keep up the kiss.

He gives in, lips moving against yours, hand going to the back of your head to pull you in deeper, the other wrapping around your waist. "Jump.." He murmurs against your lips, bracing himself to support you. You obey, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist, not daring to break the kiss. He wraps his arms under your butt to support you, his hand groping at the flesh and kneading it. He tilts his head for better access, murmuring, "C'mon doll.. you're takin' it raw tonight.." before beginning to walk over to the house.

Bucky had had a shitty day. Nobody was capable of listening and he could swear all his men were about as thick as two planks. He was practically scowling the whole way home. He arrives home, opening the grand doors to your mansion and storming inside. He storms up to the bedroom, his whole body wound up like a spring. He opens the door, finding you dressed in your usual silk pyjamas, just lounging on your phone. You glance up at him, "Oh, hey, darling-" You go to hum, when he practically pounces on you. Your phone is tossed to the side as he climbs atop of your, lips pressed harshly to yours. You don't even have time to react, just melting against him as he climbed on top of you and pinned you down to the bed. You hands go to the buttons of his crisp, white, silk shirt - only stained with a few blotches of crimson. You unbutton it hastily as he reaches for his belt, not breaking his connection with your lips.

You get his shirt off and he rips his belt off, tossing both items aside. He tears the sides of your silk shorts, discarding of those too. He pulls of his trousers, leaving him panting with a massive hard-on that strained against his trousers. You look down at it, feeling yourself growing even more soaked. "Fuck me, Daddy.." You murmur, without even thought to what you're saying. "I don't usually take orders, gorgeous." He mutters as he discards of his underwear and climbs on top of you. He wastes no time with pushing inside of you, quickly setting a steady pace. By steady, I mean absolutely railing the ever living shit out of you. You moan desperately, back arching up into nothing and trying to grip onto anything that might aid you with even holding onto reality. He grunts and groans, his grip on your hips tight enough to certainly leave bruises into you, "They're all fuckin' idiots, I swear.. Can't do nothin' right.." He growls, pace picking up as his anger from earlier surges through him again. "Even you'd be better than them at their jobs and the only job you do is being a good little slut and takin' my cock like you're meant to.."

You held Bucky's hand as you made your way up the stairs to your apartment. You were humming softly to yourself while Bucky seemed less than happy, being very irritable. He definitely hadn't had a good nights sleep and he got dragged around some crowded farmers market you insisted he go to with you on one of the hottest days of the year. And you were wearing that sundress. That goddamn sundress. He opens the door and shuts it behind him, placing the brown, paper bag down on the coffee table.

He presses you against the door, causing you to gasp softly and look up at him with big, wide eyes. "Buck-?" You go to say before he smashes his lips to yours, grabbing your face in his rough hands. "Y'know what you do to me in that goddamn dress? Draggin' me around that market when you look like that?" He growls against your lips, slipping his tongue in. You yelp against his mouth but allow it, eyes closing as your hands rest on his chest. He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder as you squeak in surprise. "Bucky!" You squeal, hair now hanging upside down. He slaps your ass firmly, "Quiet."

He gets into the bedroom, tossing you down onto the bed and shedding his shirt before climbing on top of you and connecting your lips again. He quickly grabs onto the front of your dress, tearing it straight down the middle, causing you to just gape in surprise. And within almost the blink of an eye, Bucky is deep inside you, pressing his chest against yours, looking straight into your eyes as he thrusts into you. Your eyes are half-lidded and your moan open in a silent moan. "This is what you get when you go around teasin' me, pretty girl.." You whimper as your legs wrap around his waist and bury him deeper inside you. "B-Bucky.." You whine as your forehead presses against his. "Sh, sh.. You're okay.. Just.. Let me use that pretty pussy a little longer..."

You and Bucky were now both shedding your clothes after a fairly heated make out session. You and Bucky were in a fairly new relationship, having had sex a few times but being mostly clothed for that. You pull your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the side at the same time as Bucky discards his. That's when Bucky's eyes are drawn to the silver gleam he spots on your stomach. "Do you.." He murmurs, freezing as he gestures to your navel. "Oh- Uh- Yeah.. I got it done when I was a teenager.." You pant, breathing still heavy and cheeks still flushed from the earlier make out session.

You see Bucky almost melt on the spot, dropping down to his knees in front of your stomach, hands sliding down to your sides to grip your hips as he stares at it. "Holy.. shit.." He murmurs. "What.. got a thing for belly button piercings or something?" You giggle softly, cheeks still flushed. "When it's you.. yeah.."

He especially loved that belly button piercing when he could watch the jewellery bulge with your tummy when he was thrusting particularly deep.

"Oh, fuck..." You whimper into the pillow, face down with your ass up in the air. Bucky was kneeling behind you, fucking his cock into you as he groaned and grunted. "Shiiitttt.. there ya' go.. such a good girl.." He grunts, marking his praise with a particularly harsh thrust into you. You felt like you were floating and were only able to focus on the sensation of his dick ramming in and out of you repeatedly, super soldier stamina forbidding his pace from ever faltering. "Oh my god, shit, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-!" You moan out, face pressed into the pillow, gripping onto the sheets tight enough to nearly rip them. Your words were slurred and dazed, eyes rolling back. Bucky slows down, noticing how lazy your movements and tone was. ".. Bub..? You okay..? What's your colour..?" All sorts was running through his head. Had he gone too far? Overstimulated you? Did you need to use your safeword? Were you too overwhelmed to use it? Were you too scared to use it?

"Green, god, so green.. Thank you, fuck, thank you-!" You gasp and writhe, feeling all dazed and floaty. "You sure..?" He murmurs, pace having slowed down, far too focused on your wellbeing to be as rough as earlier. "Yes, fuck, I'm so sure, oh baby-" You cry in pure ecstasy, burying your face further into the pillows as pleasure runs through you. "Okay.. That's a good girl... doin' so good.." He murmurs, feeling the way your pussy tightens around his cock and practically chokes him, "God, you're into this, huh?"

"God, nobody knows how much of a slut you really are, do they?" He groans as he bounces you up and down on his cock, your back pressed up against the wall. "Does anybody know how much of a dirty talker you are? All the others at the yard told me you were the sweet one." You giggle breathily through an airy moan, gripping onto his shoulders tightly. "I-" He goes to speak, cutting himself off as his cheeks flush pink, both from the physical workout and from the embarrassment of what you've just said as well as what he's just said. He never thought he was that much of a dirty talker.

"Yeah well.. everyone thought that you were the sweet little baker.. don't think anyone knows you liked this kind of cream pie.." He murmurs, continuing to bounce you. Those muscles from working at the yard all day definitely paid off in more ways than one. "Yeah- Well- Only your ones.." You say breathlessly, head falling back against the wall as you clench around Bucky, arms around his shoulder to stay upright and not fall straight back down, "Hey baby..?" You pant, biting your lip, "Yeah..?" He grunts in your ear, going dizzy with the pleasure of your pussy wrapped around him, so tight and warm. "If we were a jam donut, I'd be the donut and you'd be the jam.." You mumble, eyes rolling back. Bucky just groans, cheeks still tinged pink. "Seriously..?" He grumbles, biting a hickey into your shoulder, "I'll make up for it by making donuts for later."

"Deal."

It'd been far too long since you'd seen Bucky, and quite frankly you were going completely crazy - crazy enough to disobey his orders when it came to touching yourself when he was away. You were laying in bed, having kicked off the sheets, making you entirely vulnerable. You were entirely nude, legs spread out sultrily - your pretty, pink pussy put on display. You whine as your fingers drive deeper into you, curling. Your fingers were nowhere near as large as Bucky's and nobody's fingers had quite hit the spot (literally) the way Bucky's did. Your thumb toyed with your clit, your body heat almost unbearable from the thrill of knowing you were disobeying Bucky and also from the fact your fingers were stuffed in your cunt. You gasp breathily when you feel a jolt of pleasure, chasing the feeling. It builds and builds before the walls you've just built up and up are torn down by the sound of the doorknob hitting the wall and a duffel blag being dropped haphazardly onto the wooden flooring.

Shit.

Your eyes snap open as you rip your fingers from your cunt, cheeks almost flushing as you make eye contact with Bucky - who was fully clothed- while you were completely naked and your fingers were still dripping wet with your slick. You try to stammer out any sort of an explanation that will prevent you from walking with a limp for the next week or two, but all words fail you, just staring at Bucky like a deer in the headlights as he raises an eyebrow. "Oh, don't stop on my account, doll. You seemed to be having a pretty nice time until you realised I was home. May as well enjoy it, hm?" Your brain entirely fizzles out, leaving you just staring at Bucky as before, pussy still glistening. He raises his eyebrow even more when he notices you not making a move. "That was an order, Doll." He says, deadpan.

That somewhat snaps you out of it. You were dumb enough to not follow his order before leaving but you definitely weren't dumb enough to disobey when he was looking at you like that and speaking to you with that tone. "Yes Sir..." You whisper, fingers tracing back down to your pussy. The eye contact doesn't break - neither of you having to speak as your fingers dipped back into your slick and Bucky's began to pull at his belt. You whimper, eyes beginning to flutter as your face burns with humiliation from being walked in on and arousal from that humiliation. "Eyes on me, sugar." By the time your eyes reopen, Bucky's hand is wrapped around his complete beast of a cock. You struggle for words yet again. Bucky had been inside of your pussy multiple times but God, you couldn't even see it without freezing in admiration. Admiration for how fucking gorgeous it was and pride that you somehow managed to take it all inside you without snapping in half. "Speed up a little, doll. Imagine it's these fingers fucking that greedy little cunt." He deadpans, leaning against the doorframe, occasionally groaning as he tugs his cock. You feel that coil beginning to build in your stomach again. Your eyes flutter as you try to maintain the persistent eye contact and also try to keep your eyes open long enough to watch Bucky's cock spill out endless ropes of cum for you. "Go on, doll. May as well savour it now. Not like you'll be cumming again tonight, anyway." He deadpans, and God, the way he talks to you.. That's the straw that breaks the camels back.

You whimper and writhe against the sheets ad your orgasm overwhelms you, pussy clenching around your fingers a your orgasm courses through you. You twitch and pant as it finally runs its course, just leaving you with the aftershocks. Your eyelids feel heavy but you somehow manage to peel them open, taking in the sight of Bucky with ropes of cum seeping into his black t-shirt as he approaches the bed. "Don't look at me like that Doll. You knew what happened to bad girls who don't listen when your hand first dipped into those little panties. C'mon, sugar. You know the drill. Ass up."