#gaddamn

So when you ask him to choke you, Bucky merely raises a brow with impressed amusement. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

And you feel the heat rise to your face, flames itching under your skin when Bucky traces his middle and pointer finger over your pulse and adds the slightest bit of pressure. Your entire body freezes below him, scared that if you move, he’ll stop.

“I really shouldn’t be surprised,” he chuckles and wraps his flesh hand around your neck loosely, just teasing. You swallow hard at the anticipation, squeezing tightly around his cock.

He laughs again and leans in to nip at your earlobe. “I know I got you when you start squeezing me like that,” he breathes against the shell of your ear and gives a slow thrust while simultaneously tightening his grip on the sides of your throat. You let out a strained whine and arch up against him wantonly. “That good, sweetheart? You like feeling dizzy around my cock?”

You gasp in answer and Bucky shakes his head in near-bewilderment as he pulls away to stare at you. Oh, there is something else about having you like this. So incoherent and needy. So willing to trust him like this - it makes him lean down and hungrily graze his mouth along your jaw. How lovely it is to have his strong woman so willingly in his grip like this. And to be a bit degrading about it, too.

“Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart,” he coos and presses a filthy kiss to your mouth, humming at the taste of you. “Don’t go dumb on me now. You wanted me to grip your throat like this? You come around my cock with my hand around your pretty, little neck, understood?” You whimper softly and he picks up his torturous pace, circling his hips so he rotates against your spot until you see stars.