#cute anon

The first time he ever got to eat you out, he knew it was something he needed to do till the day he died. You were the only thing he could drink his whole life, and he would be fine with it.

Then, you blew him up for the first time. He was lost. He forgot everything he ever learned.

You were not shy in any shape, way, or form, and he loved the way you trusted him every time he asked you to try something new—why wouldn’t you? He had shown you he was someone worth the trust—and also a freak in his bones.

The internet became his favorite thing the day you taught him he could search for unspeakable things there without feeling guilty, without being judged. And that was your mistake. Not because you did not want him to use it for his own pleasure, quite the opposite; sometimes your work did not let you enough time to please him, so you helped him to realize he could do it on his own.

After that, he really wanted to try every position he found there. On a pornsite he learned that you could sit on his face.

You knew you could, but never really thought of it.

Being fair, you loved having him on his knees—but being sat in his face like it was a throne was something else. And to be sure that you could not smooth him was paradise. Every man you had had in your past wanted you ‘to sit’ on their faces, which meant to hover over their faces. But Bucky? Nope. He really meant it. He wanted you to be sat on his face; he wanted to breathe your scent.

One night, as per usual in the last days, you were sitting on his face; his hands were gripping your hips, pulling you down enough for you to feel his hot breath in the curve of your ass. His tongue lapping on your cunt as you dripped over his mouth, glisting his chin with all your arousal, lips sealed on your whole as he just grunted for more.

You were usually facing the headboard to steady yourself, but this time he was so hungry that he did not even let you place yourself as you always did—and you saw it for the first time.

The twitch his dick did every time you grinned on his mouth, then, carefully you leaned yourself flush against his body, not enough to withdraw him from his feast, but enough for you to reach his cock with your hands. It was red, angry, like it was being tortured, but Bucky would have already fucked you if he was that needy.

But now you felt bad. How could this beautiful man be deprived of something as good as being blown up as he had a dripping cunt on his mouth? You took hands on the matter. Literally.

You started to slowly jerk his cock, both hands on the thick member, and just with the first touch of your soft hands in his sensitive shaft, you felt it—he was lapping harder, like he needed to muffle a strangled moan in his throat.

“Too much?” You asked, approaching your lips to his cock. He shook and gripped your hips tighter. “And this?” You pecked directly on a vein that went through the base of his red, glistening tip.

“Fuck…” He panted on your cunt, and you smiled. “What are you doing?” He lifted your hips just enough for him to speak.

“Just wait and feel.” You whispered, and before he could answer, you took his cock in your mouth, or at least you tried. Your mouth barely touched his tip as he was big enough not to let you reach him completely.

He was gone. He was fucked. He was yours even more than ever.

Feeling your wet and warm mouth on his tip was enough to know this was something he needed, but every time you pulled to try to take more on your mouth. You deprived him of the thing he needed the most at the moment.

He grunted, and by mere instinct, he gripped your hip and tried to lift your body slightly to sit with his back slightly curved, your legs still wrapping his head. You giggled as he positioned you two in a more comfortable way—or in a way you could take him as he ate you out.

You were basically a fuck toy at the moment—something he could manhandle without hearing any complaints.

Your arms steadied you on his sides, your mouth finally found a perfect spot to make it fit.

Carefully, you started to bob your head, swirling your tongue around his shaft as he squirmed under you and lapped on your cunt like you were the last thing he could ever feast on.

Every time his ministrations made you relentless, he placed his hand on the back of your head and made you take it deeper, making his own hips heave, and you were never going to deny that this had you even wetter. The way he needed to find better spots to make you both feel good was something good for your ego and for your orgasms.

His hands were bruising, cold and warm at the same time—and you were about to reach your peak just by his mouth—and he knew it. He knew he could reach your orgasm only by his mouth. Damn, he even took pride in it. And when he started to feel your legs shaking—he knew it was time. You hollowed deeper into your cheeks and swirled faster. You could feel how you were dozing off, how your legs were turning into jelly as heat started to pool on your lower belly.

When you reached your peak, some arousal started to drip from your cunt, he was drinking it all, lapping, swallowing, kissing, licking, every movement he could do not to let a single drop go to waste.

Your legs gave up, and he knew you needed some rest.

“Baby, I need to pull out,” He mewled, and you bobbed, trying to nod. His whole body twitched at the feeling, and with a hand he yanked you by the hair, letting his cock slip out from his mouth. He put you on top of his lap, your sensitive cunt basically grazing his cock—you were basically numb on his chest, and he took one of your hands and wrapped his cock with it and started to jerk himself with your hand.

You saw his cock twitching through half-lidded eyes. You were basically just going with it; your mind was already out of plane, and Bucky enjoyed the way you gave your body to him fearlessly.

His cock twitched one last time before spilling endless warm ropes of cum into your hands, and you could feel his chest rising and falling with every spill.

He finally let go of your hand, but you kept it close to his base as you tilted your head to the side, basically surrendering.

“You did great, sweetheart.” He mumbled, his metal hand stroking your hair. “You were perfect, thank you so much for this.” He pecked your cheek and then your neck. You smiled with your eyes almost closed.

He chuckled and hugged you softly by the neck—he knew well how to undo you just with a gesture.

“Take some rest, baby. Wanna take a shower and have the greatest nap?” Another nod. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

You grunted, “Shower and nap.”