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He’d ruined you that morning-pounding you into the mattress until you were nothing but a panting, trembling mess beneath him. Every inch of you ached, a deep, delicious soreness that made walking feel like a slow, sinful reminder of just how thoroughly he’d fucked you open. You swore some of the looks you got throughout the day weren’t just in your head.
But that night? That night, Bucky was needy all over again.
Especially with you laid out on his bed like this-his tshirt draped over your frame, your thighs spread, cheeks flushed from the way he’d just made you come on his tongue.
His chin and lips still glistened with your slick as he sat up on his knees, broad shoulders heaving with deep, needy breaths. His blue eyes, darkened with lust, dragged over your body, taking in the way your chest rose and fell in shallow pants, the way your skin was flushed, glowing in the dim light of the room.
He licked his lips, appreciating the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.
"Look at you babydoll," he murmured, hands trailing up your thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft skin, squeezing. "So fuckin’ pretty, all messy for me."
Your stomach fluttered at the rasp in his voice, the heat of his touch, the way his thumbs stroked slow, teasing circles against your inner thighs. He watched the way your breath hitched, the way your legs twitched like they wanted to close, but you didn’t. You let him look, let him touch, let him make it better..
"You taste so good, sweetheart," Bucky groaned, dipping his head to press wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your thighs, his stubble dragging deliciously against your skin. "Bet you’d let me do that all night, wouldn’t you?"
Your whimper was answer enough, and Bucky smirked against your skin. His fingers flexed, gripping tighter before trailing up, thumbs brushing the slick mess between your legs. He groaned low and deep, like the feeling of you had gone straight to his cock.
"Fuck," he breathed, rubbing the wetness between his fingers before bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate hum. "Could live off this, baby. Could spend all damn night between these thighs."
But he wasn’t laughing now. Wasn’t teasing, wasn’t cocky. He was desperate.
His hands trembled where they gripped your thighs, pressing hard enough to leave marks. His breathing was heavy, ragged, his cock twitching against your inner thigh as he groaned, head dropping against your chest. "Shit, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice raw. "I need you. Need to be inside you so bad."
You barely had the strength to respond, body still quivering from your last orgasm, mind fogged with exhaustion. But Bucky- he was starving for you. He kissed along your stomach, lips hot and needy, trailing upwards as he pressed his body against yours, needing to feel your warmth, needing to be closer.
"Please," he murmured, almost a whimper against your skin, hands squeezing at your waist like he was losing his mind. "I can’t-fuck, I can’t just sit here and not be inside you, Doll, please-"
He was pleading now, rubbing himself against your slick folds, you whining softly at the wet, teasing friction. "Just the tip, baby, I swear," he panted, pressing messy, more of those open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, against your throat, as if he could devour you whole. "Just let me feel you-just for a second. I’ll be good. I promise."
But you both knew better than that.
“You said you were just gonna kiss it better, Bucky…”
Your voice was shaky, thighs twitching from the overstimulation. He should be satisfied-he should be content with the way you were still whimpering from your last orgasm. But he wasn’t. Not even close.
“I know, Doll, I know…” His hands kneaded at your thighs, his voice thick with hunger, eyes blown-black with want. “But just the tip, baby. Just the tip, come on… please.” He doesn’t need to beg-he knows you’re going to give in.
Fuck.
How could you say no when he looked at you like that? Like he needed you, like he was desperate to just sink in.
You can’t help it, not when he’s looking at you like that! Not when his cock is hard and heavy against your slick folds, not when every part of you is still pulsing from his mouth and aching for him.
“…Fine,” you whisper, breath hitching as he lines himself up. “Just the tip.”
You barely had time to brace yourself before the head of his cock was pressing in, stretching you all over again, burning so sweet and deep that your back arched off the bed.
Bucky groaned, forehead pressing against yours, muscles shaking as he tried-tried so damn hard-to keep himself from pushing in any further.
You felt it-the way your slick, swollen cunt clenched around the tip of him, trying to pull him deeper. Bucky was losing it, fingers digging into your hips as his cock throbbed against your sensitive walls.
“Shit, babydoll,” he groans, his body shaking with restraint. “She’s so hungry for me, doll, feel her pulling me in-” he rasped, kissing along your jaw, tempting himself, torturing himself with slow, careful rolls of his hips that weren’t meant to push further. “Feel her tuggin’ on me, beggin’ for more.”
Your whimper was almost convincing, almost protest-but you both knew you were already melting for him.
“You… you promised…”
Bucky groaned, head dropping against your throat, body tensing as he tried-tried-to keep his promise. But then you squeezed around him, your pretty little pussy fluttering, and his control snapped.
“Fuck, sweetheart…” his voice was wrecked, thick with strained restraint, “I ain't got that kinda self-control.”
With a sharp thrust, he pushed more of himself inside you, stretching you wide, making your breath catch in a broken gasp.
Bucky hissed against your skin, shuddering, his cock pulsing inside your tight, needy cunt.
“Oops,” he rasped, voice dripping with something dark and sinful as he rolled his hips, sinking even deeper, your slick walls clenching down hard.
You whimpered, eyes wide, mouth parting.
“Guess you’re gonna have to take all of me now, huh?”
Before you can even think to argue, before you can even try to stop him, his hips press forward-slow and deep and relentless-and you can feel the way he fills you, feel the way your walls stretch to accommodate every thick, heavy inch.
You’re so full, so stuffed, and Bucky-fuck, Bucky is gone.
He’s panting against your skin, his fingers digging into your hips, his body shaking with how perfect you feel around him.
“Jesus, baby,” he growls, his breath ragged. “So tight..so good..fuck, I can’t-”
He shifts his hips, grinding deeper, and you whimper, nails scratching down his back.
“Bucky,” you plead, legs trembling. “You…you said…”
“I know,” he groans, pressing his forehead to yours. “I know, baby, I’m sorry- this pussy just too good.”
He won’t stop.
Because you feel perfect, because your cunt is gripping him so tight, because he can’t just have a little-
He has to have all of you. You’re his whole world
Even though he tries, even though he promised-
Bucky Barnes isn’t a man who can have just the tip.
He's ruining you all over again.
His thrusts are slow at first, deliberate, stretching you open with every thick inch, dragging along your sensitive walls until you’re gasping, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, watching the way your lips part, the way your body takes him deeper, the way you cling to him, like you were made for this. “Knew you could take it again-knew you’d let me in.”
He pulls back, just enough to make you whimper, you need him too. Bucky slamming back inside with a growl.
You’re wrecked beneath him, body arching as he drives deeper, setting a slow but brutal pace that has you squirming beneath him, pleasure building with every thick, perfect thrust.
“You wanted it, didn’t you?” His voice is a low rasp against your ear, breath hot, sending shivers down your spine. “Wanted me to break that little promise, to stretch you open, to fuck you like I should?”
You can’t answer-not when every thrust knocks the breath out of you, not when he’s making you feel so damn good.
Bucky smirks against your skin, teeth grazing your jaw, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. “That’s what I thought, sweetheart.”