Kinktober #1 - Masturbation
Prompt: Masturbation
Pairing: Civil War!Bucky x a magazine of Natasha and Steve
Words: 534
Warning: i am SOOO new to this. i have not been on tumblr in years and i haven't written fanfiction in almost 5 years so bare with me </3
"Oh god, f-fuck…" Bucky gasped as his hand slicked up and down his shaft, the slickness of his own desire coating his fingers. The room was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and the soft rustle of the magazine pages as he flipped through them, his eyes feasting on the images that had set his imagination ablaze.
"'Tis such a bad idea… b-bad idea."
Was it, though? He was having the time of his life. Seeing that magazine on the store shelf in Romania was enough to get him riled up and question how the hell they managed to get Steve to agree to a swimsuit shoot. The thought of Steve's muscular body, glistening under the camera's flash, sent waves of heat through him. But it wasn't just Steve; there were images of Natalia too, her sleek form and confident smile adding fuel to the fire.
"N-natalia… Stevieee~" he whined, picturing them in the most obscene positions, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion. He could almost see Natalia's fiery gaze and Steve's determined expression, their chemistry palpable even through the pages. The images were vivid, almost too real, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan.
Oh Bucky Barnes, your greed knows no bounds.
His thumb started to rub right below his head, mimicking the touch of a lover's tongue. He imagined Steve's tongue trailing up at the same area, teasing and tantalizing, sending shivers down his spine. Then, he pictured Natalia, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she joined in, her hands exploring every inch of his body.
"Stevie… I'm s-sorry," he moaned, his voice thick with desire. "Bad idea.. i- i know.. this is a b-bad bad idea… fuck…"
His left hand traveled up to his nipple, pinching it slightly. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, his body arching slightly. He could almost feel Natalia's breath on his skin, her touch igniting a fire within him.
No wonder women liked it when he sucked on their tits. Just pinching the nipple alone was stimulating enough. "Natalia… f-fuck… so… 'm s-so fucking close…" he grumbled to himself, his hips beginning to buck in rhythm with his stroking hand. The thought of both of them, their bodies pressed against his, was almost too much to bear.
His thick, wide seed spread out, a bit on his thigh, his poor bedsheets, some leaking out of his softening cock… most of it staining the damn magazine, making it soggy and sticky already. The sight of it, the evidence of his pleasure, only served to heighten his arousal further. He could see Natalia's smirk, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she watched him lose control.
"Damn it…" he muttered, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the lingering echoes of his moans. He knew he should feel guilty, but all he could feel was the aftermath of his intense release, a satisfaction that left him both sated and yearning for more. The images of Steve and Natalia danced in his mind, teasing him with what could have been.
