#slutmas 2020 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bitchassbucky · 3 years

Text

Day 4: Spit

Day 4: Spit

Slutmas Calendar!

Warning/s: this is still smut, yes, so no underaged kiddos are allowed here, m masturbation, exchange of bodily fluids (spit kink), dry humping, frickin’ bad words. this is HC territory, babey!!!

Bucky Barnes is a person of steel nerves and cold stares.

Nothing can phase him anymore.

Until you came into the picture.

It started as a drunken, giggly makeout session which turned into a passionate, needy, desperate attempt to taste each other’s lips.

“Can we kiss some more?” He’d ask, his eyes are half-lidded, his irises are dark with desire, his lungs are filled with fire kindled with your smile.

You’d nod and smile and cup his jaw, tilting his chin up to your mouth. Latching your spit-slicked lips onto his strawberry flavored ones.

“Are you using balm?” You’d say in between kisses, licking and nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Shut up and just kiss me,”

“Yes, sarge,”

He’d hook his arms under your legs, gently adjusting your position so you’d be straddling him. He squeezes and grabs your hips, waist, and ass while he’s at it too.

You’d grin, tracing and ghosting your lips over his jaw until he’d grow impatient and grab your hair, tugging to guide you back to kissing him.

With both of his hands on your hips, you start to grind against him. Teasing, feeling how much he can take before he rips your clothes off and fuck you on the couch.

You’d lean down and bite the spot on his neck that makes him groan, finally meeting your undulating hips with an involuntary thrust.

A small gasp leaves your mouth as you feel him grow under his pants, “is that a gun or are just happy to see me?”

Bucky would let out a humorless chuckle as he manhandles you, pinning you down the couch, letting the pillows fall on the floor.

Letting out a smirk, he would let you palm him over his pants, edging and caressing his hardening member as you kiss him silly.

He’d free himself from the restraints of his pants and underwear, leaning back up the couch’s backrest and stroking himself ready. The leaking precome would serve as a natural lubricant and yet, he’d spit on his hand, using his saliva to aid his fluid movement.

“You are fucking nasty and I love it,” you’d say, grinning like a predator about to play with his food, “can I get some of that?”

His brows furrow in confusion until he gets the idea and cups your face, pulling you closer to him. Bucky presses his free hand on your jaw, making you part your mouth open.

Being the little charming shit he is, he’d give you a smirk before spitting on your tongue, a single strand of spit trails from his lips to yours.

“You’re worse than me, baby,” Bucky Barnes is no longer holding out, he’d let his walls down around you.

#bitchassbucky writes #bitchassbucky's slutmas #bucky x reader #bucky x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #slutmas 2020 #slutmas #kinktober

213 notes · View notes

bitchassbucky · 3 years

Text

Slutmas Day 3: Wet and Wild

Slutmas Calendar!

Warning/s: smut (no frickin’ minor allowed!), shower sex, choking, metal hand kink if you squint, naked grinding, bodily fluids?, finger??? sucking???, honestly this one got away from me and not in a good way, conceive and written while cooking and listening to daddy issues by the neighbourhood

The steam rises to the ceiling, creating a thick cloud that almost obscures your vision. The scent of your soap permeates your sense, the pitter-patter of water on the tiled floor serves as your music as you lather yourself up. Removing the dirt of the day, washing away your pains and aches for tonight; trapping your stress into the bubbles, letting the warm water bring it down the drain.

You hum a familiar song, a tune from an old hit; the steam fogs the shower stall, you draw a smiling face.

A soft voice calls out from beyond the door, “doll? You in there?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here,” you call out, lathering your hair carefully, taking out knots and tangles, “you wanna join me?”

A warm feeling creeps up Bucky’s face, making him blush. He pushes the door gently, staying behind the frame. He ogles your naked form behind the blurry glass, “can I?”

You giggle, beckoning him to come closer and he obliges.

He quickly sheds off his gray sweats and a black shirt that deliciously hugged both of his arms, tying his hair up in a small bun, he steps into the shower with you.

“Coconut or lavender?” You present him with two bottles of his favorite scents, your eyes twinkle as he ponders the decision, scrunching his nose in a way that makes your heart flutter.

“Coconut,” he smiles, taking the bottle from your hand. His eyes drop down to your body, slick with suds and bubbles and he feels his cock twitch and harden; all prior wholesome intentions go out of the window.

This isn’t the first time that he saw you naked yet he holds your body in high regard like how people worship gods and goddesses.

Moving images of you mewling and whimpering pathetically find their way on the back of his lids, fuelling his lust even more. And there you are, all in your basking glory, oblivious to his raging need.

The next thing you feel is warm hands on your waist and the cold shower wall pressing against your chest. You moan as your nipples come into contact with the wall.

“Spread your legs, baby,” he licks the side of your neck and tugs your wet locks. “I said to fuckin’ spread them,” he forcefully wedges his thighs in between the crux of your legs. He brings his metal hand down to your ass cheeks, a crack and a groan.

“Can’t control myself around ya,” he says, squeezing your ass tightly, kneading, feeling, touching; he ruts his cock on your backside and nibbles on your earlobe, “you feel that, kitten?”

Bucky makes you suck on his pointer and middle finger, swirling the digits around your tongue and you mewl, wishing that it was his cock instead. You close your lips around his digits as he continues to grind on your ass, stroking himself, edging and yearning to be sheathed inside your warm, dripping cunt.

He takes his fingers out of your mouth, trailing them down your neck, tightening his grip around your throat, “‘s cute that I can just fuck you like this-- and you’ll take it all, yeah?”

“Y-yes, anything for you,”

“Good girl,”

A whimper escapes your lips as Bucky’s warm fingers find your clit and pinch it with enough pressure to make your breath hitch. He expertly cups your mound and bites your neck, leaving his mark on your skin. A swift movement of fingers brings you to arch your back onto his front, teasing, prodding, collecting your wetness.

“Open up,” he plunges his fingers into your mouth again, letting you taste your slick coating his thick, long digits. He moans at the sight of you pressed against the wall, your tits pushed up on the tiled wall, your ass rutting against his pre-cum covered cock.

You run your tongue over his fingers, lapping up your juices as he pumps his fingers in and out of your wet mouth; you hiss as he tightens his grip on your throat, “on your knees. Now.”

And you oblige, willing to do anything for him; he’s your friend after all.

188 notes · View notes