can your write a bucky one with the "that new hair cut suits you" maybe make it smutty. plzz. cause short haired bucky is DADDDDDDYYYYYY
no bc short-haired bucky is hands down the best bucky and I will NOT be taking any criticism on that
prompt: “that new haircut suits you.” warnings: slight size kink, hair pulling, unprotected sex. 18+ only, minors DNI
pushing through the door, you put your bag down on the counter, your keys next to it. “home!”
you walked through the doorway, head down in your phone scrolling mindlessly through your apps. it had been a long day at work, a non-stop rush of people for the entire day wearing you down, and all you wanted to do was slump on the couch and watch TV until it was time to go to bed.
“coming!” bucky’s voice rang out from the bedroom down the hall. walking into the living room, you plopped down onto the couch and let out a big sigh. “how was your day?”
you shut your eyes, rubbing them as you let out the loudest, most dramatic groan you could muster. you could hear him chuckle from the other room at your dramatics.
“it sucked, it just sucked.” sitting up, you took a deep sigh. fiddling with the TV to try and find a good show, you continued. “babe, I couldn’t catch a break. I mean, it was one person after another coming in, and one woman- this one woman! she got so mad at me for doing my job when it was really her fault that she-”
your voice faltered and came to a stop when your husband walked into the room. he leaned against the door frame, a smirk on his face as he saw your reaction. all you could do was mutter a meek oh.
“what do you think?” the smirk never left his face as he walked toward you, crossing the room in just a few steps. he had a way of making you feel small. he towered over you as he stood in front of you, looking down at you with those eyes – those gorgeous, dark, lust-blown eyes. everything about him right at that moment went straight to your core, and you could automatically feel that familiar feeling. panties dampening, clenching around nothing. your husband had that sort of effect on you.
“your new haircut suits you,” you said, looking up at him. he had let his hair grow out a little over the past few months, and you had loved it – you thought nothing beat watching him sift his fingers through his hair every time that little piece would fall in his eyes, or carding your fingers through his hair when he’d lay on your chest. but looking at him now, hair cut shorter, that certainly beat it.
his finger came up to rest under your chin, tilting your head up even more. oh. he was in that kind of mood.
“yeah? I was hoping you’d like it.” all you could do was nod, reaching up to grab at his waist to pull him down. his smile only widened, seeing how easily he reduced you to no words.
luckily, he was feeling generous today, and leaned down to your level. his large hand cupped your face as his lips met yours, kissing you deeply as you moaned into his mouth. you pulled at his shirt again, maneuvering him to sit next to you on the couch, immediately moving to straddle him.
“someone’s feeling desperate today, hm?” he asked you as you began to grind on his hard length, the only thing between you two being a few layers of clothing. instead of answering, you just kissed him again, this time with a brand new intensity. your hands wrapped behind his neck, fingers threading through his hair and grabbing a fistful, pulling on it until he practically growled.
“need you, right now,” you pulled away, breathless, already standing up to strip down. it was a hurry, both of you tearing off clothes to just the bare minimum, and you were right back on his lap like you had never left.
you sank down on his cock slowly, both of your moans mixing together in between kisses. wasting no time, you started to move your hips, desperately moving up and down and just feeling him fill you. sitting back a little, your hands never left his hair as you ran your fingers through it, mind going foggy with how fucking good he looked and the feeling of his cock in you so deep.
“there you go, that’s right,” one hand moved up to pinch at your nipples, just hard enough for you to feel that shock go down your spine, while his other hand moved down in between your bodies. his metal thumb pressing harsh circles onto your clit had you tightening the grip you had on his hair, your other hand pressing light scratches to his chest. you whined from the added stimulation, eyes fluttering shut for a second before you opened them back, meeting his eyes. “look at you, so desperate. I can see that look in your eyes, sweetheart, you’re starting to get all hazy on me. just need to cum around this cock hm? that’s all you need.”
his words were driving you crazy, pushing you even further to the edge that you were so desperately chasing. “please,” you whined, and he could feel you tighten around him.
“cmon, I got you baby. just need me to take care of you, isn’t that right?”
he took your moan as a response, and went into what you could only consider as overdrive.
wrapping his arms around you, you leaned against him again as he held you in place, his hold tight on you. his hips thrust up into you fast and hard, fucking into you like he’d never do it again.
“fucking take it, I know you can. I know you’re fucking close, I can feel you tightening up on my cock.”
if bucky was being honest, he was on the edge too. you felt so good around him, everything from your cunt taking everything he gave you to your warm skin pressed so close onto his, he knew you both just needed a little more.
“ohhhhh fuck, fuck, right there, please right there,” you were babbling at this point, basically directly into his ear with the way you were positioned. every pretty moan, every pretty whimper, every beg, it all went straight to his cock and it only made him fuck you harder.
but then he hit your sweet spot.
he hit that damn spot, the one that makes you go crazy every time, and that was it. you cried out, immediately plummeting into that orgasm that had been brewing since you laid eyes on him. all you saw was stars behind your eyes as you clenched around him, hips moving unconsciously to just feel more. in the haze, you hadn’t realized that you had a death grip on the fistful of hair you had in your hand before you had cum.
the combination of your cunt fluttering around his cock and the sharp pull, the slight pain, of your fingers gripping and pulling at his hair as you came undone on his cock, was enough to send him straight into his own. holding you down on his cock, you could just barely feel his cum shoot into you in spurts, filling you up until a little bit began to leak out.
his grip on you finally loosened, and you both stayed pressed against one another as you both came down from your highs. when your breathing finally returned back to normal, you slowly sat up, a little smile on your faces.
“so now that you’ve seen my surprise for you, how about you finish telling me about your day while I get us cleaned up?” you couldn’t help but laugh, starting to get back to your conversation from earlier.
