𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 and 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 for 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲. There is a mix of 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 and 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 in this collection. All of these stories are posted on my Tumblr and AO3 as well.
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— Prompt 1-Bucky: "I want you to watch me when I fuck you." — Prompt 2- Bucky: "Eyes open. Keep them on the mirror, baby. I want you to watch me take you apart." — Warnings; NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names (honey, baby), mob/mafia business, Jealous!Possessive!Bucky, unprotected vaginal sex, bathroom sex, teasing, begging, degradation kink (use of the word whore), choking, mention of bodily fluids. — Originally posted; November 24 2022 — This was originally a request.
Bucky was nothing but furious as he dragged you away from the luxurious and exclusive dinner event you and he had been invited to in search of the closest bathroom.
Once he found it, he pulled you into the dimly lit restroom and locked the door behind him. When he turned around to you, he displayed a wicked and lustful smirk.
With each determined step he took towards you, you moved backward until you collided with the sink, Bucky pinning you between it and him.
He grabbed your jaw with one hand, having your whole focus on him, while the other went underneath your dress, dancing his fingers along your inner thighs. So close to your aching and dripping sex.
"You really can't behave no matter where I take you, huh?"
"I-I was just talking to the man. I wasn't doing anything wrong." You uttered innocently while batting your eyelashes at him.
It was technically true. You only conversed in a friendly manner with the man. Although the face and body language you displayed while talking was that of the lustful kind—flirtatious smile, doe eyes, touching his arm, and along with the long low-cut dress you wore, it made the man act upon the sensual hints. And Bucky let you play your little game of exciting him. Until he got enough and stepped in to take you away.
"Uh-huh, sure you didn't, honey," he sneered as he pressed his fingers to your damp panties, putting pressure on your clit, making you gasp and shudder at the stimulation. "You only acted like a whore in front of me and everyone else. Did you really think I would just let you get away with disrespecting me like that?"
Truth be told, you may have done it on purpose as well because you knew the consequences of flirting so blatantly with other men—getting fucked to oblivion and put in your place.
"I-I–"
You gasped as he started circling your aching clit, leaving you dazed and speechless at his arousing touch and the tightened hold of your jaw.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me, honey. Who made you this wet? Him or me?"
You struggled to find your words as the slow build of pleasure bubbled in the pit of your stomach. Your mouth opened and closed to try and find them, but you were too focused on his fingers moving against you.
"Speechless now, huh? It seemed like you had a lot to say when you were talking with him. Maybe I need to fuck some sense into you and remind you who you belong to?"
He removed his fingers from you before turning you around towards the mirror. Your forearms rested on the marble sink while your hooded eyes met his in the reflection.
"That's it, baby. I want you to watch me when I fuck you. I want you to watch while I take your pussy and body that belongs to me."
He lifted your dress and pulled your panties down to your knees before he unbuckled his pants, freeing his hard cock. He licked his fingers and brought them down to his cock to wet himself; the lewd sight made you whine.
He rubbed his slick head against your folds before lining up with your entrance. Slowly, he filled you up, making you feel every inch and ridge of his impressive length; your mouth hung agape, and your face contorted in pleasure as he stretched you to perfection. The last few inches, he pushed into you harshly, making you shriek out from the stinging fullness and his tip tickling your sweet spot. He grabbed your hips tightly, ready to fuck you into oblivion.
Each rapid and harsh thrust into your poor pussy he ended with a heavy grunt. Your breasts slipped out of the dress and bounced along with his moves. His animalistic movements and rough vocals made you an absolute noisy mess and weak in the knees. Your eyes closed, and your head dropped as the pleasure and roughness became to intense.
"No, no," he grabbed your jaw and lifted your head so you could look at him again. "Eyes open. Keep them on the mirror, baby. I want you to watch me take you apart."
It was so erotic to watch your husband take you hard in the mirror and have his girth split your velvet walls in half. The way he held himself assertive and proud as he fucked you and the absolute filthy dirty talk that he whispered in your ear had you reduced to nothing but a pathetic, whining mess as you begged to come.
"P-please, baby. I'm gonna come," you sobbed. You were so close. The intense coil of pleasure in your stomach needed its release, but you knew you weren't allowed to until your husband said so.
He slowed his movement to shallow and slow thrusts, dulling your pleasure, making you whine out in protest at the denial.
"I'm not sure what I want to do with you yet, baby. Be cruel and deny you the orgasm because you've been nothing but a bad girl tonight, or make you come and scream so hard and loud that everyone knows that you're mine and no one else's," he groaned in your ear, making you shiver all over.
"Please, baby, I want to come. Please, please, please. Fuck me, please." You hoped your sweet begging and innocent expression could get you what you wanted.
Your pathetic pleas made Bucky chuckle darkly at how absolutely desperate you were to come. "I love when you beg like a fucking whore for me, honey."
Bucky quickly picked up the pace, returning to the one he had previously, making you moan in satisfaction at getting your way. The hand that held your jaw grasped your throat, squeezing lightly, while the other found the place where he and you were connected, toying with your aching clit.
The dulling pleasure bubbled up again quickly, and with a few more brutal thrusts, you came hard—shaking profusely as you were overcome with pleasure. Crying and wailing his name and profanities, making whoever was in the vicinity hear you loud and clear.
Bucky came just as hard. Cursing your name and uttering filthy provocative expressions as he coated your insides with his cum.
When you were both fucked out and satisfied, Bucky turned your head towards his, lips colliding with yours in a wet and tongue-filled kiss, making you even more breathless and dazed than you already were from your intense orgasm.
"You're mine, baby. My wife, my everything; remember that." His hand possessively around your throat and his cock and cum nestled deep inside your used pussy were the perfect synonyms and confirmations that you belonged to your husband and no one else.
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