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Wrapped Around Me
Summary: Your man wants you in nothing but a pair of thigh high socks while you drench his beard and he’s not above begging to get his way.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1.9K
Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), thigh high kink, body worship, Bucky loving your thighs, smut, no minors.
A/N: Beta’d by the lovely @midnightf but all mistakes are my own. Inspired by this ask
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Ever since you dressed up in a pair of thigh highs for his birthday, Bucky’s been obsessed with getting you back in them. He wants you wearing those and only those inside the house. You keep finding new pairs in your lingerie drawer and he’s been dropping not-so-subtle hints about all the things he has planned for you whenever you’re wearing them.
You’ve been teasing him all morning, wanting him to snap because honestly you love it when your man becomes feral.
Which is why you’re pretending you didn’t notice him laying a pair, burgundy with a striped pattern, on the bed after your shower. He’s lounging in front of them, wearing only some gray boxers, his dog tags on his tattooed chest glistening under the bedroom light.
Bucky’s watching you, unable to keep his rapt gaze off your thighs as you dry off. He loves your body exactly the way it is, always insisting that you’re flawless, he’ll look right at your stretch marks and declare them beautiful because they’re a part of you.
You’re pushing him closer to the edge each time your hands smooth over your skin as apply the vanilla-scented lotion he loves so much.
“A little slower Gorgeous,” he says, continuing to unabashedly stare like you’re his favorite show and he can’t tear his eyes away from you. His cock hardens in his briefs, a familiar ache settles in your pussy when he has to reach in and adjust himself, the power you have over him is enthralling. You put more of your lotion on your thigh and he groans. “Yeah just like that.”
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bye i‘ll never be able to eat spaghetti normally again
Summary: Bucky decides to personally feed you spaghetti and keep you stuffed while he does it.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Warnings: 18 +, Minors DNI, cockwarming, edging.
A/N: Based on this ask where reader chooses food over Bucky and he doesn't like that😏
As always don't copy, repost, reuse, rewrite or translate my work. Even if you give me credit.
Bucky twirls a few strands of spaghetti around your fork, lifting it to your lips. You stare at him with baleful wide eyes, sweat beading across your forehead.
"You said you were hungry, gorgeous." His gravelly voice trailing along your jaw as he drags his beard across your throat. "Eat, pretty girl."
Dark blue eyes wander up to your face, the thin rim around his blown pupils challenging you to open your mouth.
You tug your bottom lip into your mouth and pull at your wrists, his soft leather belt securing them behind your back.
Wiggling your fingers, you give up when you realize you're only pushing your chest over the hard smooth planes of his chest, his dog tags swaying between your bodies.
"C'mon and eat your food like a good girl." He says, lustful, teasing eyes dropping to your lips. "You know you want to."
You tilt your head back, staring at the kitchen ceiling with a muffled groan. This man is going to be the death of you.
Only he could do this to you.
His warm tongue licks up the side of your exposed throat and you shiver. The spicy aroma of basil and tomatoes mingling with his masculine cedar scent curls over you in waves.
"Open up." His breathy words sharp and deeper than before.
Your stomach flutters at his command. You feel him getting impatient and you like it. He has you so frustrated, it's only fair he gets a little taste of his own medicine.
He nips at your chin, drawing your face back to his. And you stifle a gasp. Bucky looks like he's going to devour you.
You part your lips slightly and he groans. "That's my good girl."
You clench down at his praise and he grunts through gritted teeth, sliding the fork into your mouth. You chew deliberately, slowly, watching his swollen lips drift between your joined bodies and your mouth.
You clasp your fingers together and brace yourself as you swallow. His effervescent eyes watch your throat move and he grins. "Good girl."
No matter how many times he does it, fills you with his thick cock, you're never ready.
One hand grips your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he snaps his hip up. "Oh god, Bucky," you mewl, feeling every vein and ridge slide over your velvety walls.
Your legs dangling helplessly as the chair creaking and wobbling under him, adding to the sweet sensations of his throbbing cock thrusting into your slick, tight pussy. Your body bounces over him as he fucks you harder, the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he listens to you cry out his name.
"Oh fuck, baby. Yes. yesyesyes right the-." Your moans end in a pitiful wail when he drops back into the chair, stilling your movements with his ringed hand.
You can't stand this, you've lost count of how many times he's brought you to the edge.
Looking over your shoulder, you almost cry at the amount of food left on the plate. You should have never said you could eat it. Should have known when he let you tease him as he cooked that he had something planned.
"Bucky, please, I'll never choose food over you again." You whine, trying to circle your hips, unable to break from his hold. "Please."
Bucky inhales through his nose, the corner of his lips twisting up. His chest grazing your sensitive nipples. "Oh no gorgeous, I take care of my girl."
He reaches over and gets another fork full of spaghetti, spearing a meatball, the sauce dripping down your chest. Your core aches when he licks it off your heated skin.
Bringing the fork back to your lips, he grins "I'm going to make sure you're full pretty girl. Keep you stuffed." He's stretching you so good you can't take anymore.
Bucky knows that you're so close to breaking, your eyes glazing over when he rolls your hips over him. He shifts his own up, his cock moving deeper in you, covering your lips with his, breathing in your moans.
Breaking away, he pushes you firmly down on his cock, ignoring your begging for him to please let you cum, he taps your lips with the fork. "Open up."
bye i‘ll never be able to eat spaghetti normally again
Summary: Bucky decides to personally feed you spaghetti and keep you stuffed while he does it.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Warnings: 18 +, Minors DNI, cockwarming, edging.
A/N: Based on this ask where reader chooses food over Bucky and he doesn't like that😏
As always don't copy, repost, reuse, rewrite or translate my work. Even if you give me credit.
Bucky twirls a few strands of spaghetti around your fork, lifting it to your lips. You stare at him with baleful wide eyes, sweat beading across your forehead.
"You said you were hungry, gorgeous." His gravelly voice trailing along your jaw as he drags his beard across your throat. "Eat, pretty girl."
Dark blue eyes wander up to your face, the thin rim around his blown pupils challenging you to open your mouth.
You tug your bottom lip into your mouth and pull at your wrists, his soft leather belt securing them behind your back.
Wiggling your fingers, you give up when you realize you're only pushing your chest over the hard smooth planes of his chest, his dog tags swaying between your bodies.
"C'mon and eat your food like a good girl." He says, lustful, teasing eyes dropping to your lips. "You know you want to."
You tilt your head back, staring at the kitchen ceiling with a muffled groan. This man is going to be the death of you.
Only he could do this to you.
His warm tongue licks up the side of your exposed throat and you shiver. The spicy aroma of basil and tomatoes mingling with his masculine cedar scent curls over you in waves.
"Open up." His breathy words sharp and deeper than before.
Your stomach flutters at his command. You feel him getting impatient and you like it. He has you so frustrated, it's only fair he gets a little taste of his own medicine.
He nips at your chin, drawing your face back to his. And you stifle a gasp. Bucky looks like he's going to devour you.
You part your lips slightly and he groans. "That's my good girl."
You clench down at his praise and he grunts through gritted teeth, sliding the fork into your mouth. You chew deliberately, slowly, watching his swollen lips drift between your joined bodies and your mouth.
You clasp your fingers together and brace yourself as you swallow. His effervescent eyes watch your throat move and he grins. "Good girl."
No matter how many times he does it, fills you with his thick cock, you're never ready.
One hand grips your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he snaps his hip up. "Oh god, Bucky," you mewl, feeling every vein and ridge slide over your velvety walls.
Your legs dangling helplessly as the chair creaking and wobbling under him, adding to the sweet sensations of his throbbing cock thrusting into your slick, tight pussy. Your body bounces over him as he fucks you harder, the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he listens to you cry out his name.
"Oh fuck, baby. Yes. yesyesyes right the-." Your moans end in a pitiful wail when he drops back into the chair, stilling your movements with his ringed hand.
You can't stand this, you've lost count of how many times he's brought you to the edge.
Looking over your shoulder, you almost cry at the amount of food left on the plate. You should have never said you could eat it. Should have known when he let you tease him as he cooked that he had something planned.
"Bucky, please, I'll never choose food over you again." You whine, trying to circle your hips, unable to break from his hold. "Please."
Bucky inhales through his nose, the corner of his lips twisting up. His chest grazing your sensitive nipples. "Oh no gorgeous, I take care of my girl."
He reaches over and gets another fork full of spaghetti, spearing a meatball, the sauce dripping down your chest. Your core aches when he licks it off your heated skin.
Bringing the fork back to your lips, he grins "I'm going to make sure you're full pretty girl. Keep you stuffed." He's stretching you so good you can't take anymore.
Bucky knows that you're so close to breaking, your eyes glazing over when he rolls your hips over him. He shifts his own up, his cock moving deeper in you, covering your lips with his, breathing in your moans.
Breaking away, he pushes you firmly down on his cock, ignoring your begging for him to please let you cum, he taps your lips with the fork. "Open up."