Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (40s!AU) Warnings: smut (dirty talk, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex) … | Ayleen's Pins


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (40s!AU) Warnings: smut (dirty talk, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex) …

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (40s!AU) Warnings: smut (dirty talk, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex) If you are under 18 you should not be reading this. The buzz of Brooklyn beyond scuffed windows. Curtains drawn tight, the small bedroom awash with yellowing light from a lamp that doesnt quite reach the corners. The gurgle of pipes. Buckys voice audible above the gush of water, a song you know the words to. You smile as your feet patter soundlessly against scrubbed floorboards, only a faded white bedsheet to preserve your modesty as you peer curiously at the possessions scattered about. Silver dog tags you pluck from atop the dresser. Trace your fingers over the embossed name and number. How often you admire the way they nestle amongst the thatch of dark hair on Buckys chest. And as you slip them around your neck, the neatly pressed uniform hanging on the wardrobe door catches your eye. Bucky Barnes is a handsome man. A boyish face and cheeky charm. Clad in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips and dampness that clings to his skin, the breath is snatched from your lungs as he freezes in his tracks. The twitch of his cock visible as he drinks you in. And you feel a swell of pride. You perch on the end of his bed, legs crossed and his military hat on your head. The forest green jacket undone to reveal the silver dog tags dangling between your breasts. He eases out a long breath. “Holy hell, darlin,” he says hoarsely. “Arent you just a pretty picture? You could bring a man to his knees, lookin like that.” “Youre the only man I want on his knees, Sarge.” Your giggle is met with a low growl. You crook your finger and Buckys steps towards you are nothing short of predatory, blue eyes darkened to a lusty black. A kiss thats rife with insatiable want, you moan into it as he teases your tongue with his. Lips slanted, he deepens the kiss, fingers working over your clit in rhythm with his tongue. Both sensations drawing out your pleasure. “I gotta have you, darlin,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss beneath your ear. “Please, sugar? Let me make you feel real good.” Its with the most mischievous smirk that he stops you from removing the dog tags. Your heart skips a beat. Buckys sly wink and you can feel slick between your thighs. A fire burns low in your belly. Raw desire that has you straddling him, fingers flat on his lean chest as you slowly sink down his hard length and God, you dont think youll ever get used to that delicious sting of him stretching you. His cock hot and hard, filling you until youre brimming but its such a pleasurable burn. “Thats it, darlin,” grunts Bucky, cheeks flushed pink. “Riding me so perfect. You feel like heaven.” A whimper as his fingers curve around your hips, guiding you faster as his own hips rise and he thrusts into you, cock buried so deep you gasp his name. And the way his eyes flash with devilish desire sparks tremors of bliss, walls fluttering wildly and youre so close. So dangerously close to overheating. The dog tags dance with every roll of your hips, metal cool on your hot skin. A fine sheet of sweat as your nails leave angry red crescents on Buckys stomach. “M so damn close, darlin,” he groans, pink lips wet and swollen. “You gonna come for me? You gonna come all over my cock?” A sweet tone to his roguish words. Youre dizzy, head tilted back and mouth open in a silent scream. Bucky is both loving and bruising, the head of his cock nudging just where you need it most and soft fuzz tickling your clit. “Gorgeous riding my cock with those dog tags on,” he growls, rhythm growing uneven. “Youre mine, arent you, darlin? My best girl.” A breathy gasp, the tight clench of your walls and he comes undone, cock throbbing as he spills into you and its so hot, it sends you over the edge, Buckys name the only one you know as you tremble with frenzied pleasure. It crashes through you, and you jerk your hips as youre devoured by ecstasy. The soft clink of metal as you collapse on Buckys chest. His heartbeat beneath your palm. A sated smile as he cards his fingers through your hair. “Think I like the idea of coming home to you naked and only wearing those damned dog tags.”


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