ONE shots about my new favourite ship. no smut. sorry but kids I know follow this account and I'm not comfy writing it anyways.
At first, I never shipped Sam and Bucky, I thought their friendship was my brotp but then with the couple counselling an...
Sexual Content, I've been corrupted. I'm sorry. I've been on ao3 for too long and as time slowly pass by, my innocence gets ruined. Kaput. Warning again: SEXUAL CONTENT!
(If anyone I know sees this, you don't know me.)
When people look at the couple Sam and Bucky, they always take Bucky as the top and Sam can see why. The way the muscles bulge underneath the man's tiny shirts. His height,even if he is just a little taller than Sam. His attitude just screams Top.
Behind closed doors though?
Well, that's a totally different story.
Behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, Sam has Bucky on the bed, knees spread wide like the whore he is for Sam (only Sam) and quivering on the bed like a preteen getting his first blow job.
The wanton moans that tumble out.
Personally, Sam loves it. Even if at first Bucky holds in his cries and whimpers. (Sam always finds a way to hear those pretty littles noises come out of his mouth) Loves the way his gut coils at the unadulterated pleasure as his hips slam against Bucky's and leaving the ex soldier panting like a bitch in heat. The way Bucky's lips are wet and raw and just so kissable. It's unfair how no matter how ruined this man is, he's still piece of art.
"S-Sam!" Bucky stutters out between gasps, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin barely drowning the slamming of the bed against the wall.
Let the neighbours hear that his boyfriend is getting a good root.
"What is it, baby?" He says, just as wrecked as the man beneath him.
"H-harder!" He whines, shifting his position to try and get Sam deeper than he already is.
Teary blue eyes stare at pools of dark melted chocolate. "I'm going as hard as I can, baby. I'm not a Super-Soldier like you." He breathes out, capturing his boyfriend's lips once again.
And after, Bucky's head rests gently on Sam's chest, the steady thumping of his heart soothing Bucky into a blissful sleep.
But it's better to let the public think what they think.
(I'm so sorry. My innocence was ruined. And I wanted to try out writing this for once and I know it isn't as long as my others but I think I went a little too far. Thoughts?)
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