#gooning time

Bucky was still reeling, chest heaving, when she pulled back with that smug little smile, tongue darting out to catch the taste of him. His knees nearly buckled.

But then his big, calloused hand slid along her jaw, tilting her chin up. His voice came out a low, dangerous rasp.

“Don’t swallow yet.”

Her eyes went wide, lips sealed, the weight of his cum heavy in her mouth. Heat pooled low in her stomach at the command, at the way he looked down at her like she was something sacred and filthy all at once.

“Yeah,” he drawled, smirking as his thumb brushed her lower lip. “Hold it for me, sweetheart. Want to see it.”

She whimpered, muffled around the load she was holding, and that sound alone made his cock twitch again. He leaned down, nose brushing hers. “Open up. Tongue out. Show me what a good girl you are for me.”

Slowly, she parted her lips, sticking out her tongue—his release glistening obscene on the wet pink. Bucky groaned, hips jerking like he wanted to shove back into her mouth all over again.

“Goddamn,” he breathed, voice breaking, grin curling wicked across his flushed face. “Look at that. Look at you. My messy fuckin’ angel.”

Her tongue trembled under the weight, and then he tilted her chin down, guiding her with a firm hand until gravity pulled. Thick, milky streaks dripped off her tongue, sliding hot and heavy onto the swell of her tits. She gasped, the sensation shocking, and he just chuckled darkly, watching the mess bloom across her skin.

“Mm, that’s it,” he hummed, dragging his thumb through the pearly drops that streaked her cleavage. “Wear me nice and pretty. Should keep you covered in me all the fuckin’ time.”

Her thighs squeezed together at his words, slick pooling in her panties, but he wasn’t done. He bent low, hot mouth pressing to her tits, tongue lapping up the spill like he couldn’t bear to waste a drop. He groaned against her skin, sucking at the curve of her breast until she was whining, her nails biting into his shoulders.

“Messy little thing,” he purred when he finally pulled back, chin shining. “You like that, huh? Being marked up, lettin’ me see what a cockdrunk angel you are for me.”

I actually have a couple of blurbs about that and she’s like “you’re a fucking machine. how are you still hard?” meanwhile your hip flexor is shot to shit from riding him and your vagina will have the imprint of his dick for 3 business days

you take it as a challenge, really, saying you’ll get bucky to tap out first, and he just smirks cause boyyyyyyy he knows he gave himself a strained forearm bc he had to jerk off so many times in a row