Stucky (OneShots)(Requests Closed)

Escort|Part 2

Requested by princessparaiba ✨

Warning: Smut(like right in the beginning)

Word Count: 2236
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A whimper slipped past Bucky's puffed lips as Steve pushed him against the bedroom wall, his thick fingers wrapping themselves around Bucky's slim neck. The fingers slowly squeezed tighter and tighter until Bucky uttered a strangled groan, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as Steve kissed at the back of his neck and shoulder.

Bucky was on cloud nine. He couldn't remember being as happy as he did now. Steve had rented out a incredibly nice apartment for Bucky, and he came over at least twice a week, using Bucky as a wonderful distraction from the problems of daily life that consisted of courtrooms and squabbling clients. Bucky didn't mind one bit that Steve used him as a release for his sexual frustrations.

He just wished there was more to it.

Bucky was snapped out of his reverie by Steve's husky voice whispering into his ear, his breath tingling against his sensitive areas.

"You're so fucking pretty when you're pressed up all against this wall, your legs all spread open, eager for my touch. You should see yourself right now, you should see how your mouth is open wide, and how your eyes can't stop rolling back in that pretty little head of yours."

Bucky moaned, tossing his head back against Steve's shoulders. Steve's dirty talking always made him weak in the knees, making his erection quiver from the tone of his gruff voice.

Steve placed his leg between Bucky's, pushing it to make Bucky's leg go wider as he removed his clutch on Bucky's slender neck. His hand now drifted down to Bucky's ass, skimming over his hip bone and rubbing it over the smooth skin of his cheek. Bucky felt his cheeks pull apart and the pressure of Steve's index finger against his saturated hole. Bucky quickly shifted his head toward Steve, kissing him deeply with a swirl of emotions that he couldn't begin to describe.

It was always like this when Bucky kissed Steve. Whether it be small pecks or those mind-blowing breathtaking kisses, Bucky put his all into them, hoping Steve would feel the sparks like Bucky did.

Bucky felt that the feeling was not be reciprocated.

Bucky guessed Steve had applied lube to his fingers while Bucky was daydreaming again as he felt a single slick digit push past the tight ring of muscle. Bucky moaned pathetically as he felt the finger go deeper, until it was it entirely sheathed inside Bucky.
Steve exhaled slowly and quietly as he begin to pump his finger in and out with unwavering lust, wanting to open Bucky up quickly. Steve added another digit, repeating his actions from before more vigorously. Steve lifted his lips from Bucky's shoulders, placing them on his ear instead, gently nibbling at the edge of it.

"You dirty little slut, I can't wait to fuck you, to hear every little moan and whimper come out your mouth. I'll fuck you until you're saying my name like a prayer."

Bucky felt his dick twitch violently at Steve's unabashed words, his hand slipping off the wall and coming to settle around his cock, stroking it slowly as continuous whimpers poured from his mouth. Steve watched him as he extracted his fingers from Bucky's hole.

Bucky had figured long ago that he meant absolutely nothing to Steve, even though he had bought him this sick apartment; it was only because Bucky needed a place to stay or else he'd have to go back home with his parents, and how else would he explain to them that he wasn't in college? That he wasn't pursuing a career in interior architecture? That, instead, he was a escort for prestigious men?