bucky barnes imagines

xlii. SENSITIVE [smut]

A/N – WARNING: SMUT. Obviously. Also, this chapter contains a very underrated kink – spider walking. If you don't know what that is, I explain near the start of the chapter.

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When you first met Bucky, he was broken.

After the years of torture that he'd endured, it was understandable. His experience with HYDRA had left him terrified – he had frequent nightmares, found it hard to trust people and was unbelievably insecure about his arm and his past.

However, Bucky found himself drawn to you, falling for you. He opened up to you and you eventually started dating. Over the years, you'd witnessed his recovery and you couldn't be prouder of him; he finally felt like himself again.

Of course, he still had his moments, but you'd gladly do whatever it took to help him through them.

Recently, you'd noticed that Bucky was constantly on edge. He'd expressed his frustrations, telling you that it was as if his body was overly sensitive to even the slightest touch. So naturally, you took it upon yourself to find something that would resolve the issue.

It took a while, but finally, you stumbled upon something that sounded perfect.

Spider walking.

The art of blindfolding and teasing your partner with fleeting, barely there, feather light touches. You'd never attempted it before, but many others had deduced that the anticipation alone could bring some people to orgasm.

You decided that it was worth a try; after all, this technique could possibly turn Bucky's sensitivity into a positive thing rather than a negative one. You just had to wait for the right time to try it.

As it turned out, that time came on a peaceful Saturday evening. The sun was setting outside, casting a golden glow across your shared bedroom. Bucky lay slouched on the bed while you straddled his lap, placing gentle, comforting kisses along his collarbone. He hummed contentedly, and suddenly you remembered your idea.

"I-I want to try something," you whispered, stumbling over your words a little as you brought your head up to meet Bucky's gaze.

You briefly explained the concept to him and, to your delight, he seemed to like your suggestion.

"You're sure you're okay with this?" you clarified, quickly standing up and walking over to grab the blindfold that was kept in your bedside cabinet, a long piece of black satin that Bucky had used on you so many times before.

"I trust you," he murmured, biting his lip as you approached him again. The mere sight of you was enough to make his cock twitch in his sweatpants; you were so beautiful to him, he just couldn't resist you.

You straddled his lap again and lightly pushed him back until he was properly laying down. As you tied the blindfold, you slowly moved your hips against his crotch, smiling as you felt him harden beneath you. With the blindfold now in place, you began to pepper lingering kisses all the way down his body as you removed all of his clothes, leaving him completely exposed.

"You know the safe word, right? If it's too much, stop me."

Bucky nodded firmly, sighing as you kissed his lips one last time before carefully climbing off of him. He felt the bed dip as you sat beside him.

For a few seconds, you remained completely still, allowing him to get used to the new feeling. Bucky had quickly realised that, without sight, his other senses almost became heightened. He was completely exposed, at your mercy; you could do whatever you wanted to him.

The anticipation excited him and he let out a quiet whimper, his cock now rock hard. You bit your lip at the sight and slowly reached out to touch him.

Your fingertips barely made contact with his arm before you immediately pulled away again. Your touch was so light that Bucky was left wondering if he'd imagined it. But then you did it again, making him realise that this was it – no matter how badly he needed more friction, this was all he was going to get.

Fuck, he was so turned on.

Your let your hands roam his body, indulging in the shaky moans that Bucky emitted. You were taking your time, letting him enjoy himself. Not knowing where you were going to touch him next was driving him crazy, and every so often, his cock would twitch as precum oozed from the tip.

His muscles clenched involuntarily and his breath hitched as you brushed your fingertips along his neck. Every small movement made him impossibly harder and he longed to feel your hand, your mouth, your anything wrapped around his cock.

"You okay?" you mumbled, your hand dancing up his thigh.

"Baby, please," he panted, almost begging for some kind of actual contact.

"You're enjoying this, huh?" you smiled, letting your touch linger for a little longer than usual before pulling away. Bucky groaned in response, the pornographic sound causing wetness to pool between your thighs.

"God, yes," he moaned, breathing heavily. He resisted the urge to buck his hips and gripped the quilt, twisting it in his hands. He didn't understand how, but he was beginning to feel a knot building in his stomach; he was sure he'd never been so desperate for a release.

Sensing his distress, you began to move your hand a little closer, still never actually touching him properly. You circled his throbbing cock, your knuckle barely brushing against the base of his shaft. Bucky gasped as a bolt of pleasure shot through him suddenly, causing his whole body to tense up.

"Doll, I'm gonna... fuck, 'm gonna cum."

You could hear the disbelief in his voice as he pleaded, and you exhaled slowly, almost proud that you were able to make him feel this way.

You leaned down to gently kiss the sweet spot on the side of Bucky's neck. Another lewd groan escaped his parted lips and, as his cock jerked again, he finally felt your hand wrap around him, your thumb rubbing against the tip.

That was his undoing; he couldn't hold back anymore and he came hard with your name on his lips. Spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum landed on his stomach as he thrusted his hips up into your hand, riding out his orgasm, savouring the contact that you'd deprived him of.

It took a while for Bucky's breathing to return to normal. Eventually, you untied the blindfold, cleaned him up and dressed him again, almost constantly placing sweet kisses to his lips and murmuring tender praises.

Once you were finished, you laid down beside him. Instinctively, Bucky scooted towards you and buried his head in the crook of your neck. After the new experience, he was tired and somewhat overwhelmed, but in a good way.

"That was... fuck, I just– I love you," he breathed.

You giggled shyly as you reached down to intertwine your fingers with his. "I'm glad you liked it... and I love you too. So much."

After that, neither of you spoke again. As Bucky slowly drifted to sleep, suddenly he was grateful for the sensitivity of his own body.

But more than anything, he was just grateful to have you.