Bucky gets dragged to a speed dating event by Sam and Kate. He's exasperated and unimpressed by everyone he connects with, until he comes face to face with Nora, the owner of a book store. She's sweet, kind, and funny, but she's not interested in a...
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The summary of this chapter is "very soft, but extremely horny and a little filthy." I've held out on y'all for too long, so here's some more smut!
CW:MASSIVE size kink aka more of Thea talking about how huge Bucky's dick is (I'll never stop. I'll scream it from the rooftops I stg, brb I'm changing my PhD thesis topic rn), lots of soft smut, pet names, a little bit of dirty talk, praise kink, lots of feelings, some mild angst toward the end.
"He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none." - Madeline Miller, "Circe"
It's still dark when Bucky wakes up, his metal arm wrapped around Nora's waist, holding her close to him. He can feel his cock pressed against her, twitching. He's so hard, it hurts. He had the best dream, Nora bent over the balcony while he fucked her from behind. Slow and deep. She moaned for him, her slick dripping down her thighs. Just for him. She sang his name like a hymn as she cried out at the glittering Paris sky.
Bucky feels a wet spot forming on his briefs and hopes that he didn't come. He slowly moves his hips away and looks under the blanket, pressing his palm to his cock just to make sure. It twitches as he makes contact and he feels an ache, deep in the pit of his stomach. Bucky bites his lip. Nora is asleep. He's going to have to take care of his little problem himself.
He glances over at the clock. 3:15am.
"Fuck," he whispers.
Bucky looks over at Nora, sleeping peacefully. His body aches, his cock is pulsing. He came three times tonight, and it's not enough— not when it comes to her. He wants to be inside of her all the time. She's perfect, tight and wet, clenching perfectly around him. He loves the way her eyes roll back when he bottoms out.
Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come in my pants if I keep thinking about this.
He has to remedy this problem.
As gently as he can, he begins to slide his arm off of Nora. She shifts and groans. Bucky stops. He has to get to the bathroom. He can jerk off into a piece of toilet paper and come back to bed.
At least it's not the nightmares waking him up this time.
As he goes to move, Nora breathes deeply and turns her head. Bucky freezes.
"Where're you going?"
"Bathroom."
"You're so warm, though."
"I'll be back in a few minutes." Bucky pauses, his cheeks turning bright pink. "I have to... take care of something."
"What?" Nora groans.
"It's okay," he chuckles. "Just, uh, had a dream."
She rolls over and looks down at the massive tent in Bucky's briefs. Her eyes go wide.
