Writers Block Pt. Two
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: language, sexual situations, dry humping, lots of teasing, good sport about things Bucky
Word Count: 940
Synopsis: Visuals always help with writing and Bucky’s never been one to say no to helping out.
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It was afternoon when Bucky found you in the bedroom. Laptop beside you as you sat on the bed with your legs crossed and head tilted at an odd angle and a look of concentration on your face. At first, he thought you were stretching, but you were holding perfectly still. The floor under him squeaked, giving him away.
Your head lifted as you sat up straight, “Hey good timing, Buck.” The exclamation came as you scrambled off the bed grasping his metal hand and pulling him into the bedroom. “I need your help with something.”
“With what exactly,” he inquired, raising one brow.
“I’ve got to work out a scene,” you said matter of factly, taking him over towards the plush chair in the corner. “You’re going to help me real quick.”
“I don't know if this is a good idea, doll,” Bucky said, turning with your hands and plopping back into the plush corner chair. “Last time you needed to work out a scene I ended up giving Sam a black eye on accident.”
You scoffed at the unease in his voice, “Oh, don’t be like that Buck. I promise you’ll like it.” You gave him a bright hopeful smile. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” he mumbled.
But he wasn't and nothing could have prepared him for what happened next. Your hands took hold of his shoulders, pushing him back against the chair as you straddled his hips. Knees sinking into the soft cushions and pushing his thighs together. He’d gone hard instantly something you seemed to relish in with the way you wiggled and smirked down at him. “Okay,” you said, rolling your hips back. “Now I’m riding you.”
“Yeah you are,” Bucky smirked up at you, his hands reaching up and holding onto your hips.
A breathy laugh left you, “Funny. Okay so I’m riding you, where do your hands go?”
His fingers dimpled into your thighs sliding around to your ass and gripping a little harder, “About like this.”
He had to agree, groaning a little as you rubbed against the bulge in his sweat pants, “Yeah, very comfortable.” Fuck this time was a thousand times better than when he’d wrestled on the floor with Sam for a fake knife.
Blue eyes didn’t miss the way you swallowed hard as his hands trailed higher to just under your breasts, thumb catching on the underwire of your bra. “Alright,” there was a slight tremor in your voice before you cleared it. “This is okay, right? It’s comfortable and practical.”
“Now what if I switch positions?”
“What for,” Bucky husked, hands holding you tight as his hips rolled up against you on instinct.
A gasp broke past your lips and had you rising on your knees, a shiver of pleasure running through you before half-heartedly scolding, “Bucky this is serious!”
“You’re the one straddling me, doll. I know it’s serious.”
Pursing your lips you looked down at him, his eyes trailed up and down your body. Pink tongue wetting his mouth unconsciously before pearly white teeth caught his lower lip, swallowing hard before dark blue eyes flicked up to your own.
“Alright handsome,” you purred, leaning down against him. “Let’s say we’re lovers.”
“We are lovers.”
“Let's say we’re lovers," you repeated, "And I haven’t seen you in five years.” Your hands trailed over his chest, blunt nails digging down his pecks and over a nipple that had him hissing slightly. Leaning down your breath ghosted over his face, lips inches from his own as your thumb brushed over his chin and lower lip. “I’m on top of you just like this, same set up for a room. Same tools at your disposal. What do you do Bucky? What’s your first instinct?”
“Are you asking me how I’d take you,” he rumbled from deep in his chest, the cool metal of his hand sliding up under your shirt.
“No, Bucky,” you admonished. “I’m asking how you’d fuck me.”
Surging forward Bucky captured your lips in a hungry kiss of teeth and tongue, you smiled into it briefly before his hands started rolling your hips against his own. Grinding your clit against the length of his cock before you took over out of instinct. Hips gyrating with little whimpers and mewls falling from your lips as Bucky’s fingers pushed your bra up, cups freeing your breasts before thumb and finger pinched the nipples.
Drawing a hissing breath you broke away, trying in vain to gather your wits as Bucky leaned forward chasing your mouth and pulling you back down. “Bucky I need to write this,” you sighed against his mouth.
“Nothing better than real-life inspiration,” he mumbled against your lips, grunting as your hips rolled against him particularly hard.
“Oh,” you gasped, mouth dropping open when his thumb began rubbing against your clit through the leggings you were wearing. All at once, you became a struggling and whining mess trying in vain to gather your thoughts into a coherent sentence, “But, wh-where…. Oh fuck right there Buck… where d-do we…. shit that feels so good…. go next after this?”
A loud crack sounded as Bucky’s flesh hand came down against the flesh of your ass and he growled, biting his lower lip. “You asking me, or do you want a demonstration, Bunny?”
Biting your lip at the bedroom nickname you couldn’t help the devious smile that pulled at your lips, “Surprise me.”
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