Sub!bucky Smut - Tumblr Posts
Assistant reader controlling a vibrating cock ring on ceo sub!bucky's cock switching it on randomly and randomly increasing the speed of it , while he is in a meeting with you in fron of him
Bye.
whoever the horny fuck you are, you have been accepted as one of the Hoe Lords™️
warnings: cock ring usage, cumming in pants, cheating
Bucky's sitting in his seat, legs kept wide open with your feet keeping them wide apart under the not so wide table as the cock ring vibrates around his cock while he tries his best to focus on Steve's reports and not the way his rock hard cock is throbbing so good in his dress pants that it almost hurts.
Bucky needs to cum, he can feel himself right at the end with the pleasure buzzing through him as you sit across pinning him down with your stare that only adds to the pleasure coursing through him. The dominance that's he's under even when you're not even touching him and the way you have reduced him to your needy whore even in a room full of people, one of them being his wife, who's sitting right next to him, is something only you can do.
He's so so close, right there where he wanted, but he knew that the only thing he could do under your mercy was playing your game and you were always determined to make it as hard for him as possible.
While everyone's eyes are focused on the presentation at the front, yours are focused on Bucky trying his hardest not to squirm and helplessly search for an escape from the unsatisfying pleasure running through him, making his eyes roll back involuntarily a few times and his shirt stretch and ripple with every clench of his abs. You had him right where you wanted.
Needy and desperate for your touch, for you to make him cum all while his wife was next to him.
Your fingers dance across the remote in your hand, a smirk spread on your lips, and Bucky's eyes widened a bit more along with his lips turning into a desperate pout, knowing exactly what was to happen as you turned the vibrations to the highest speed making Bucky bite down his lips to suppress the pathetic whines and he tries to close his leg but a stern look from you and the force of your feet has him reluctantly keeping them apart.
Bucky could never disobey you, he's your obedient whore after all and he would do anything to keep his mommy happy and be her good slut.
The vibrations shoot through his body like intense pleasure but no matter how good he feels he just can't seem to reach his high and Bucky can feel the desperate tears filling his eyes and the jump of his cock in his pants when your lips turn into a mocking pout. His stomach tightens and clenches and he just needs to cum.
" Are you okay, honey?" The sudden whisper from his wife, has Bucky trying his best not to act like, your sitting across from the room controlling his orgasms. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, the white-hot pleasure becoming unbearable.
" Y-yes." He says trying his best not to whimper when your feet slide up and down his leg, teasing him even further.
As soon as his wife's attention is back on the presentation, Bucky's begging you with his eyes to let him cum. He doesn't care that he'll be cumming in his pants, or that his wife is right next to him while you make him cum. He just wants to be your needy slut.
" Be good for mommy." You mouth at him with a stern gaze that has Bucky biting down a cry as his cock leaks in his boxers, wetting the fabric and every movement making the sparks of pleasure running through him even more intense.
" Yes, mommy." He mouths back, relishing in the proud smile that you throw at his as he subtly nods at you, obeying everything you say.
Finally, Bucky can feel the pleasure reach a new level, allowing him to reach his high and you know it by the way his jaw slack and drool pools at the corner of his mouth and Bucky's far too gone in his pleasure to notice his thighs shaking and his abs painfully tightening, peaking further and further.
And then the vibrations stop.
A pathetic, " No" is ripped from Bucky and everyone's attention is on his flushed face and his eyes glazed with tears, Bucky tries his hardest to suppress his need to fall onto his knees and beg you to make him cum as he humps your leg.
" Man, you good?" Sam asks and Bucky profusely nods.
" Yeah, yeah, the presentation- um- something is wrong, I'll talk to you about it later Steve." He blabbers, his mind still hazy from the lost orgasm.
" Are you sure, Mr. Barnes?" Your supposedly sweet voice, but he knows it's filled with mockery, makes his abs clench again and the ache reach a new level.
" Uh ye-" That's when the vibrations shot up again to the highest again and his hips almost buck up from his seat and a loud choke of his moan comes from him. The aftershocks of his denied orgasm along with the vibrations have him falling hard over the edge, his orgasm being the hardest he has ever had as his lips part and he tries not to let his eyes roll back.
" Bucky?" His wife's worried voice calls out as he shoots thick ropes of a seemingly never-ending stream of hot cum that covers his boxers and seeps to wet the crotch of his pants.
" Yes, yes, yes. I'm good, so good." Bucky pants and when everyone takes it as a sign that he's okay, you know that it's all because of you and how hard you made your slut cum in his pants.
Bucky leans back, the aftershocks of his orgasm sending sparks through his body as the meeting ends but, he doesn't stand up when everyone takes their leave.
" Um everyone can go ahead, I have something to discuss with (Y/N)." Bucky breathes out, still seated and trying to cover his wet crotch as everyone leaves, a slight hesitation in them.
As soon as the room is empty. your right by his side, trailing your lips along his neck and your hand kneading his still hard cock, smirking when he whimpers and whines under your touch. and the wetness of his pants.
" Such a filthy slut for mommy came right next to your wife. Poor puppy couldn't do a thing when he made a mess in his pants. Now, be a good slut and get on your knees and eat mommy out. My puppy made me so wet and I'll let you cum again."
bro idek-