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becca-e-barnes · 3 years ago

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Hi Beautiful! Okay HEAR MY HORNY ASS OUT

Y/N and dilf! Bucky saying goodbye to their last guests after Y/N’s birthday party, the kids are in bed, the house is a mess and they end up exhausted cuddling on the sofa with Bucky’s head on readers stomach and with a few remaining cupcakes from the party…

Y/N picks up one of the cupcakes as a late night snack, but leaves the icing to the sides as it’s not her thing, dilf! Bucky notices, makes fun of her for leaving it, swipes his finger over the discarded icing and over reader’s lips, and kisses her deeply making them both moan as they taste the icing on their lips and tongue.

Suddenly Bucky pulls away, grabs the plate, grins and says “can I finish this sweets?” And Y/N nods, pouting and saying “sure if you like that cake more than mine”

Bucky just grins wider and says “I was actually hoping to combine them”.

Before you know what’s happening, Bucky is pulling you toward him on the couch and kisses you passionately again , as he lays you down on your back, he flips up your skirt and pulls your panties to the side and rubs his fingers through your folds sighing and commenting on how wet you are for him “oh good girl! I don’t know if this can be any sweeter for me”

He then scoops a little icing with his fingers and rubs it on your pussy lips and clit while applying just the right amount of pressure … without skipping a beat he dives in and eats you out like it’s his last meal, licking, sucking and kissing while moaning and pumping two fingers in and out of you… repeating the process with the icing 3 times, one for each orgasm he gives you.

When you finally become too sensitive and push him off you, he then leans back on the couch and pulls your limp body on top of him, straddling him. He kisses you deeply, all tongue and teeth which has you tasting both yourself and the icing, as he slides his heavy cock into you. You are so cock drunk at this point that he has to rotate between covering your mouth with his hand and pushing the fingers into your mouth, the same ones that were fucking your pussy moments ago.. “shhhhh, I know baby girl I know…. You’re doing so well taking my fat cock huh?! Is this what you wanted for your birthday? To go dumb on my cock? Now be a good wife and be quiet while you take every. single. Inch. We wouldn’t want to wake the kids now would we”

He fucks you like that until it provokes his own release, thick ropes of cum filling your pussy, with multiple grunts as he holds you tight which makes you cum again. He kisses your forehead and releases your mouth as you both come down from your high, telling you he loves you afterwards and carrying you to bed.

DILF! BUCKY WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!!

I woke up to this and let me tell you, I am just as speechless reading it now as I was the first time (And every time since) 😩 any other man tells me to be a good little wife? Instant divorce. But from bucky, I’m here for it

And there’s something so hot about him shushing you? I can’t even explain it, it’s making me quiver just thinking about him making you finish three times before he even thinks of fucking you and when he does, you’re so blissed out you can hardly even think properly

So him thrusting up into you, two fingers in you mouth while his whispers “oh shh babygirl, you’re gonna wake the kids. Bet you don’t fuckin’ care do you? All you care about is my fat cock stretching out your little hole. Feels good bein’ so stuffed full of your husband, doesn’t it? You’ve no idea how much I love that my sweet little wife turns into a filthy cockslut. You’re sound ruined right now and fuck, it shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.”

You know you should worry about leaving a mess on the couch but you can’t bring yourself to care, Bucky is just drilling into you too perfectly

I’m sorry I just literally have no thoughts, the icing thing has been in my head all day and I’m melting at the thought of how he’d moan and groan as he licks you, hardly even stopping to breathe and how obscene it would sound 😵‍💫

#asks answered <3 #chaoticuno #becca writes spice #dilf!bucky #and before anyone asks this is fanfic world so UTIs don’t exist #but I had no idea I needed this until you sent it #and now it’s all I want #and I don’t even really like oral 😩#the chokehold this has me in #you have no idea #the shushing omg #just perfect

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adrinktostopyourthirst · 3 years ago

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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Ring Ring

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: Of all pocket dials ever, this might be the very worst.

Warnings: 18+. Utter filth (smut).

Words: 3,3OO

A/N: Dedicated to the wonderful @chaoticuno

A soft breath leaves your lips and you sink into your mattress as the buzzing between your legs makes your eyes flutter. Hips tilting slightly and your free hand dragging over your cotton sheets, you roll your vibrator over your clit, letting the thick instrument massage you into bliss slowly.

Hiking up your legs under the blanket and letting your shoulders relax and eyes fall closed, you tease yourself, bucking your hips slowly into the toy and alternating the pressure you exercise.

It doesn’t take long for you to rile yourself up and since you’re home alone, you allow yourself to let soft whimpers spill from your lips with every drag of the vibrator over your swollen nub, making you writhe under your sheets slightly.

This is when your brain starts to fail you, your minimum of concentration making you unable to focus on getting to your high. This is also usually the moment where you realise how stressed you are, because all you can think about is someone walking in or all the chores you still have to do on top of the errands you have to run.

On top of that, there’s this incessant buzzing interrupting your thoughts and it’s not from the toy currently between your legs. Besides, your vibrator could never get on your nerves. Unless of course, the battery runs out right before you hit your long awaited high.

But it’s something else. Like you left the TV on somewhere, which you are sure you haven’t. Groaning, you turn off the vibrator and try to focus on the sound, which sounds like someone talking – but it’s faint. That’s when you realise it is coming from your phone, which you had thrown onto your bed before hopping in yourself.

With a frown, you try to recollect your slightly fuzzy brain and remember whether you might have put on porn or something. But no. It’s worse, so much fucking worse.

You are currently in a call that has been going on for two whole minutes, with none other than your roommate Bucky. Your kind, yet not very approachable roommate who you are in a strictly platonic relationship with.

Heart pounding in your throat and panic running ice through your veins, you pick up your phone with trembling hands.

“Bucky?” You try to sound as normal as possible when you put your phone to your ear. You squeeze your eyes shut as you await the seriousness of the situation.

It is so much more likely that this was your pocket-dial, since you are hardly ever aware of your phone when it is hidden somewhere in the sheets, that having resulted in you making your bed and your phone being catapulted across the room after you forgot about it. But this does not stop you from hoping – praying – that Bucky might have pocket-dialed you and you pocket-answered him.

“Hey. Am I calling at the wrong time?”

Yes.

“No. Go ahead.”

There’s a short pause before he starts speaking, but he sounds casual so you don’t question it.

“I’m at the store right now and was wondering if you need anything.” He explains and you breathe a sigh of relief. Even though he is the one that called you, maybe you had blocked the sound by laying on top of your phone.

“N-no. I’m fine. Thanks for asking though.” You mutter, your heart finally slowing down its demanding thump.

“You sure?” He asks and you nod even though he can’t see you.

“I’m sure, Buck. Thank you.” You assure him.

“Really? Because you sounded pretty needy a second ago.”

You freeze, a dull buzz rumbling through your ears as your heartrate skyrockets at the realisation. Covering your face with your free hand, your mind launches into overdrive to come up with an excuse, or a way out of some sorts.

Though you know damn well you’re in trouble and there is not an excuse in the world that could save your ass from this promising position. You remember the sounds you were making and there is no way it could have been mistaken for anything other than what it was.

Why Bucky decided to relentlessly call you out on it however, is something you hadn’t necessarily expected.

“Bucky… God, I’m so-”

“Horny?” He asks, his voice light and not at all bothered, and you faintly hear the ding of him leaving what you assume is the nearby supermarket, the low rumble of the city appearing in the background, “Yeah, I’m aware.”

You scrunch your eyes shut with a pained expression on your face. As thankful as you are for Bucky being so ‘understanding’, it doesn’t exactly make the embarrassment any less. You have no idea what to say or do and don’t feel nearly as confident and casual as Bucky sounds right now, making your body glow with heat.

“Are you in bed right now?” He asks and you’re sure you hear his voice more clearly than before.

As your frown deepens, you nod again before answering, “Yeah, I’ll-”

“Lie back for me.” It’s simple, the command soft.

“Bucky…” You warn, apprehension lacing your voice as you prop yourself up on the many pillows you collected on your bed.

“I think it’s best if you do as I say.” He answers, his voice leaving no more room for arguments “You better have your panties off.”

Your body is catching on quicker than your brain and you’re nodding with a soft hum, a thousand bells ringing in your head at his alarming tone and the situation you are currently stuck in.

“Talk to me. Are your panties off?” He asks and for some reason you can tell that wherever he is, he is alone.

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Bucky.” The answer is so automatic, you almost feel betrayed by your body. It is almost like she’s done this before. But knowing Bucky and his skills, he might have subconsciously conditioned you. He did like getting under your skin and pretending nothing happened after.

“Good. Now why don’t you have a feel for me?” He asks coyly, his voice low and confident “Tell me how you feel down there.”

You swallow hard, unable to do anything other than follow the commands of his sultry voice, your eyes closing as you let your fingertips drift down to your folds and tensing slightly when the cold pads of your fingers finally make contact.

He must have heard a soft gasp from you, because he lays on another command “Run two fingers up and down, sweetheart. Just like you would want me to do.”

You nod again, not at all paying attention to what he can and cannot see before running your fingers through your folds, the slick sound faint and only audible to your own ears as the warmth from your throbbing pussy heats up your fingers.

That is when you finally relax, your body sinking back into your bed as you tease yourself and obediently wait for your next orders from a man you have officially instated as the person who may tell you what to do at any fucking time he pleases.

“I will not repeat myself, so I suggest you start talking me through what you’re feeling, darling.”

Sucking in sharp breath, his voice sending more slick to coat your fingers, you open your mouth to speak “Wet. Wet and warm, Bucky.”

The words are soft and shy, warmth almost burning the skin of your cheeks straight off as you push the words past your lips, the compromising position you are now in making you feel beyond timid.

“Hmm, I bet it is.” He rumbles, “It’s been a while since anyone has taken care of you, hasn’t it? Makes your pussy throb with desire, with need.”

You let out a whine in agreement at his words, realising that he wouldn’t appreciate it if you kept the shameful noise to yourself, and rub your fingers over your aching clit.

“Shh, I know…” He shushes and you keen at the way he treats you in your needy state, “Let me help you. I’ll make that worried little brain of yours relax, okay? All you have to do is listen to me. Can you do that?”

You nod again and quickly follow up with your words “Yes, Bucky. Please.”

The chuckle you hear from the other side of the line makes you almost curl up in a ball, the relentlessness of his power over you should be embarrassing. But you want to please him so badly, your entire body is aching for his approval.

“Slip a finger in, sweetheart. Notice how your needy pussy clamps down.”

You sigh deeply as you slip a finger into your tight heat and you instantly clench at the invasion, the way he is currently guiding you making impatience prickle at your skin and making you let go of all bodily control. It is almost like it’s his finger slipping in, since all you can focus on are his voice and the feeling inside of your body.

“Slowly move it in and out, circle your finger against your entrance.” You do as you’re told, your breathing becoming more and more shallow as you are sure you are now panting over the phone. “Deep breaths. I want you to open up for me with every breath out. I want you full.”

A soft keen leaves your lips and you can almost hear him smirk as you open up more, spreading your legs and feeling your finger slip in and out much more easily.

“Now add another finger and glide in deep, sweetheart. Your pussy will suck them in like the greedy girl she is.” He murmurs and you let out a soft moan as you slip another finger in, curling them both upward.

The filthy words that slip from his lips send a throbbing and painful ache between your legs that demands so much more attention than you are currently receiving.

“Move them in and out… In and out… Slowly. Controlled.I want you to build your high while you stuff that puffy cunt of yours.” You whimper at his words, hips bucking slightly as you steadily pump your fingers, your pussy aching from the stretch every time you are knuckle deep inside of yourself.

“Bucky, please… I need more!” You whimper and bite your lip, the frustration making you near delirious.

“Put me on speaker and put the phone down.” Listening to his commands, they settle into your fuzzy brain slowly before you follow them obediently, “Now I need you gently circle the middle finger of your free hand over your clit, can you do that?”

You let out a soft agreeing moan and do as you’re told. The soft stimulation to your clit has you twitching, the tiny nub screaming for attention as it throbs painfully.

“That feels good, huh? Now slowly circle it and add a little pressure. Don’t stop fingering yourself. I want to get you wet enough that I can hear it.” His words alone launch you closer and closer to your high.

The sensations are so delectable and as much as your body is protesting, you love the suspension Bucky is building for you. It’s like your clit is attached to his voice and with every word he speaks, a bolt of lightning electrifies your entire body and sweeps you higher into bliss.

“Go a little faster.”

Your breathing is heavy, your body tense as you wind it tighter with every movement. Soft moans are floating away from you and all shame is gone now, the pleasure too overwhelming and wonderful to not give in to.

Your fingers move faster, curling and dragging against your walls as two of your fingers rub firm circles over your swollen clit, the sensations making your eyes almost roll to the back of your head. Gasping for air as you crawl closer and closer to your impending high, you whimper out his name.

“B-Bucky. I’m… I’m -oh God...” Your voice is becoming raspier with the sounds forced through your throat and your breathing becoming harsher.

“Feels good, huh? You like following my commands?” His voice is cocky and warm and it make you throw your head back as you desperately work yourself to the edge “You want to come don’t you? Fuck, I can fucking hear how wet you are – Jesus Christ.”

You whimper again and your moans pitch higher and higher until you think you can’t take it any longer. But one word. One word from your roommate and your entire body listens to him in an instant – to your own surprise.

“Stop.”

“Bucky, no!”

He chuckles again, the sound echoing through your empty head like Satan himself is laughing at your demise. You want to cry out in agony as he orders you to take your fingers out, your chest heaving as you come down reluctantly.

“Bear with me, princess.” He almost whispers and you let out a soft whine, defeat lacing your tone as you let him know you have followed his order.

“Good girl.”

And suddenly, you know exactly why you follow his orders. Because hearing those two words from your judging, grumpy and hard-to-please roommate, who has the conviction of a certified Sergeant, turns you into putty within seconds, the warmth of the praise enough you make you melt into the warm sheets of your bed.

“Alright… Rub your clit. Slow circles. No pressure.” He explains, his voice almost pitiful as he guides you through it.

Complying to his order, you do as you’re told and gasp when you feel how close and sensitive you still are. The light touch feeling like a jab to your stomach from the sheer intensity and the state of alert that your body is in.

You whimper and whine softly as you follow his instructions, his voice faint in your ears as you focus on controlling your impending orgasm. Small mutters of ‘please’ and ‘let me come’ make heir way past your lips incoherently and you hear the comforting words coming from Bucky that calm your bloodshot nerves and irk them at the same time.

“Not yet, darling. Keep going. Add a little more pressure. Almost there.”

You have almost started holding your breath in anticipation, holding off your orgasm nearly impossible as you are one pressured stroke away from releasing.

“Stop.”

You cry out, and slam your fists into the bouncy mattress beside your hips, throwing your head back in frustration.

“Bucky. You can’t do this to me!” You exclaim, the thought of simply choosing not to obey him and get yourself off not even seeming to be an option anymore since your body simply won’t listen to you and you can’t bear the idea of Bucky being disappointed in you.

“Hmm… Go ahead then. Disobey me.” He taunts and you grit your teeth in annoyance, your clit still throbbing with frustration and need at the lack of stimulation.

Kicking the sheets off your body in an attempt to cool yourself down, the cold breeze hits your soaking heat and makes a shudder roll down your body. Bucky takes your silence as defeat once again and you can only imagine the pride beaming off him at the ease in which he controls your body and mind.

“Good girl.” There it is again. The one phrase that you would drop all your inhibitions for to receive, especially when it comes to the powerful, tall soldier living with you, “One finger. Trace it over your clit. Barely.”

Carefully you press the pad of your finger against your clit again and weep at the feeling as you hips twitch with the touch. Bucky gives you a low hum and allows you to add a tiny bit of extra pressure, only letting you add and release pressure upon your clit without actually rubbing it.

“How’s that feel?” He asks and his voice is almost sweet, giving you the sliver of hope that he might let you come this time.

“Good. But …painful. It’s a bit much.” You breathe and you hate how weak you sound. How utterly wrecked your voice makes you seem as it wavers and croaks slightly with every word.

“Your fingers are a bit much, huh?” He agrees like there is not a thing he has more knowledge about than your body and what it needs. Which, by the way he speaks and orders you around, you wouldn’t be surprised to be the case.

“Mhm…” You whine and he shushes you tenderly.

“Go on, rub yourself for me, sweetheart.” He coos and you massage two fingers over your clit attentively, sucking in a sharp breath of air as you do. “You listen so well to me, doing so good. I never knew my roommate could be so good to me. So sweet and sexy. All needy, just for me.”

You moan softly at the praises, pressing your head back into the pillow as you feel your high approach again, allowing your fingers to speed up slightly.

“You’re close, aren’t you? Yeah, you have been for a while now.” He mumbles, seemingly just to himself “I can hear how wet you are just by you rubbing your clit. I bet I could slip inside so easily…”

“Yes…” You hiss in a moan, arching your back at the mere thought of him inside of you when your pussy is throbbing and fluttering like it is now.

“You’d like that? Me, fucking your brains out?” He asks and your mind is swirling, focused on his voice and his voice alone as you let pleasure wash through you with your orgasm still pending “Might have a taste first, sweetheart. Bet you taste so good.”

Another soft cry from your lips has Bucky almost tremble with need and he grits his teeth.

“Go on then. Come for me.”

You have completely lost touch with how close you were until those words spill from his lips, the orgasm that hits you sweeping you off your feet and dragging you under.

As your fingers frantically rub your clit to push out the release, your entire body arches off the bed, an obnoxious and unstoppable moan stretching from your body when you come undone.

It is like the room is spinning, your vision washing white as your eyes roll back and heat unfurls inside of your body, warmth clamping onto you like a vice. Feeling pulses of pleasure convulse in your pussy and your abdomen clenching and trembling on their own accord, the experience is making you soar through another dimension.

That’s when you hear a door slam and a few seconds later, you get hauled down the bed with ease by a tight grip on your thighs. When your eyes fly open at the assault on your body, the aftermath of your orgasm still coursing through you, you prop yourself up on your elbows when you see Bucky kneeled on the floor at the end of your bed, your legs spreading you open right in front of his lust-blown eyes.

You don’t get to scream or yell at him about what happened, or what the hell he thinks he’s doing, because his greedy mouth is already on you, the heat of his tongue dragging through your slick folds soothing the ache of your orgasm. Trembling arms slip from under you and you collapse into the sheets, your back arching in time with Bucky sucking your clit into his mouth ardently.

As your hands glide into his hair – a feeble attempt to grab a hold of the man responsible for having you in the embarrassing state you’re in – he lets go of you briefly to look up at you. A white shirt sticking to your sweaty skin and face heated with pleasure, he can’t help but give you a proud, boyish grin.

“Lean back and get comfortable, sweetheart. That was one.”

#oops #my hand slipped AGAIN #these are the kind of fics that i just kind of black out writing #also roommate bucky is a HUGE success so #this is me chasing the money i suppose #i hope you enjoy it #happy belated valentine's day #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #oneshot #bucky barnes oneshot #writing #bucky barnes smut #marvel smut #mr and mrs barnes fic is on its way #but this distracted me #roommate!bucky

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