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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016)

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

just this…

"You see, Gorgeous, every part of you belongs to me." The possessiveness of his darkly spoken words sends a shiver down your frame, you want to whimper out that yes yes you belong to your tall, thick tattooed biker. "Your soul, your heart and your pretty body." He states, shoving his boxers down his muscular thighs.

And then he claims your thighs, nipping and sucking bruises along your skin. Muttering one word under his breath.

Mine, mine, mine.

Bucky waits until you're sleeping to bring out the rest of the bags he hid in the garage. He stuffs more socks and matching panties into your already full drawers. "Dont tell me I can't buy you things," he laughs, looking over his shoulder at you. "I'll get you the damn sun if you asked me too."

I feel like this is something beefy biker!bucky would rant to gorgeous about 🤣

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral f receiving, thigh worship

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All you said was that you didn't need another pair of thigh high socks. Next thing you know, Bucky's tossing you over his shoulder and stomping back to the bedroom.

He throws you on the bed, glaring at your bouncing body. Your mouth falls open in shock, trying to hold back your laugh. "Bucky," you breath out, amusement lacing your tone. "You can't claim my thighs too."

Without taking his eyes off you, he takes off his henley, slowly pulling his belt off "Watch me."

The challenge in his tone matches the look in his darkening eyes. Oh. God. Your thighs clench together and his tongue darts across his bottom lip, a flash of pink before his pearly white teeth sink into his lip.

Oh god.

"You see, Gorgeous, every part of you belongs to me." The possessiveness of his darkly spoken words sends a shiver down your frame, you want to whimper out that yes yes you belong to your tall, thick tattooed biker. "Your soul, your heart and your pretty body." He states, shoving his boxers down his muscular thighs.

Bucky grabs your ankle and pulls you down the bed until your ass is near the edge. He steps between your thighs, dropping to his knees. You lean on your elbows, looking down at him.

Bucky grips your thigh spreading them apart, his cold metal rings pressing into your skin, warm long fingers massaging you. "These thighs are going to kill me one day," he says with a smirk. "Do you know how perfect they are? Fucking works of art and all for me, so damn pretty." Bucky curves his hands around them, kissing along your skin. "Only one thing would make them even better."

And then he claims your thighs, nipping and sucking bruises along your skin. Muttering one word under his breath.

Mine, mine, mine.

He drops his head between them, inhaling your scent with a low raspy moan. "So wet for me gorgeous," Blue eyes flit up to yours, he loves when you watch him. Seeing you fall apart on his tongue is almost as good as when he's deep inside your tight little pussy.

His tongue, wet and pink and wide, tease your clit, tracing small patterns across it. Pleasure shoots through you, every long lick and sweep of his talented tongue combined with his deep kisses sends you spiraling higher and higher.

Bucky is addicted to you, each taste makes him want more and more until his face is buried in you, his moans vibrating through your sensitive pussy.

He lets your thighs go, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit, eyes still watching your face, memorizing every sigh and moan coming from your slack mouth.

He waits.

And just as you're about to beg, he pulls you into his warm, wet mouth.

And you scream.

Your thighs clamp around his head, nails diggings into his scalp. Bucky can feel you pulsating under him, your warm thighs quivering around his head.

Fuck, he can spend all morning like this.

Listening to you chant his name like a sinful prayer, he decides he will.

He doesn't need breakfast, he has your sweet pussy to feast on and your soft thighs around his head.

You lose track of time after your third orgasm, sweaty and breathless on the bed. Bucky grinning at you like the cat who ate the canary, so damn smug. You're close to drifting off when you feel his hand close around your ankle. "Bucky, no I can't, I really mean it-"

Bucky stops you with a kiss. "I know, I know gorgeous. Go to sleep, I'm just decorating your thighs."

You glance down at your bruised skin, chuckling as he pulls the new pair of navy blue thigh-high socks up your legs one by one. "Perfect."

Bucky waits until you're sleeping to bring out the rest of the bags he hid in the garage. He stuffs more socks and matching panties into your already full drawers. "Dont tell me I can't buy you things," he laughs, looking over his shoulder at you. "I'll get you the damn sun if you asked me too."

After tossing the bags in the trash, he looks around the garage. Rubbing the back of his neck, he has so much to do this weekend. But you're upstairs. And Bucky would rather be with you than work on his bike right now.

His feet move faster than his brain, all his instincts pulling him back to you and soon he's in the room. Kissing your forehead, he lays beside you, one hand behind his head, the other on your thigh.

Yeah, he can definitely spend all morning like this.

Bucky Barnes and the art of not giving a damn The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021)

I, TONYA 2017 | Dir. Craig Gillespie