AND SPEAKING OF BUCKY, ANOTHER THING
You’ve lost track of how mant distant relatives have had crises because he can’t seem to let you get to work on time. But when he’s all soft and sleepy in the morning what are you supposed to do? Not to mention when he’s the opposite in the morning - like when you glance at him in the mirror while getting ready and it’s soooo obvious what his hand is doing under that sheet while he watches you.
the last line had me thinking long and hard (like his dick)
cause can you imagine doing your makeup or something and you can see him in the reflection of the big bathroom mirror and you see his hand moving with his eyes locked on you
“you okay?” you mouth softly in the mirror and he grunts softly, nodding
“can’t help myself…” he mumbles, and you hear it. even if it was soft. you knew what he meant — you would do anything to stay in bed and not leave , keep your hands and mouth on him all day but you had a job to do
“don’t get too tired to where we can’t fuck when i get home…” you turn around and you fix your hair one last time for a second and you exit the bathroom, eyes focused on his hand moving under the sheets
you look at the time seeing you can spare an extra ten and flip the sheet back for a second, replacing his hand with yours
“baby, you’re gonna be late — fuck…” he lets out a hiss as you start to pump him, bringing his hand to cup your chest and squeezes
he groans and it takes him less than five to make a mess all over your hand that you greedily clean up
