Barnes & Rogers

J.B.B. - Distractions

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: fingerings, oral (female receiving), mentioning of sex, slight public sex
Words: 397

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Bucky always found the most inopportune time to fulfill his need to worship your body. The mood would strike when you were in the middle of grocery shopping, and you would end up in the back of the car, his fingers deep inside you as kissed you senseless. Or you'll be out to dinner and he would slide into the booth next to you, his fingers teasing your folds and clit until you begged him have you against the wall behind the building. Or if you were in the bar and he needed you, the bar bathroom was just big enough for him hoist you up on the sink so he could bury his face between your legs until you you've come at least twice.

This time was no different.

You were trying to have a conversation with your mother about the upcoming holidays when Bucky thought it would be a good idea to try to distract you. You haphazardly swatted him away when he would kiss and caress your arm, or tugged at the ties holding your robe closed as you lounged on the bed in your loft. When he succeeded to open your robe, he parted your legs, holding them open firmly as you mouthed a plea for him to not even think it.

"Don't hang up or you won't be coming for a week, doll," he said loud enough for you to hear, nipping your inner thigh. You had to bite your fist to stifle the yip it brought forth. It became hard to carry on with the call as his mouth, tongue, and teeth teased you thoroughly, his fingers holding you open for him to devour.

It wasn't until he inserted two fingers in you that you were at the edge soon, the coil in your stomach made you tap your thigh in frustration, biting your lip as you struggled to hold off until your mother was ready to end the call, which only took another thirteen minutes, making the torture last almost a half an hour.

You made sure the phone call ended before you tossed the device onto the bed, fingers carding into his hair, gripping the dark strands as you begged him for release. Your answer was the increase speed of his fingers and the suction he had on your clit, toppling you over the edge not once, but twice.