💫 – pulling their hair
the way his hands dance across your body is divine . goosebumps raising in their wake , you pull him closer . you could hate him for the way he makes you feel , for how pathetically weak you feel inside his arms . you deny , deny , deny that he could break you in an instant ; the way he does what he does is intoxicating , it clouds your senses . it overpowers you , his smell , his smile , the way he knows your body so well . you have denied for so long that it takes you more to admit your feelings , your heartbeat when he is this close . your muscles harden under his touch , you move underneath him , your cheeks red & your pulse . . . you are sure he can hear it , you feel it through your skin , his too when your hands touch his neck in the sweetest of ways .
then is when he pulls your hair , he is dominant when he wants to be & you let him , because it’s been so long since you have been craving his touch that you can not help but dig your fingers in his hips while he exposes your throat for him to devour . you are going to wake up bruised , the way he is sucking purple blooms on your neck , & you do not say a thing because you love it , belonging to something else , someone else other than war & despair & your personal black hole . you feel something rippling from your chest , some guttural , raw feeling that leaves you . a noise , you barely ever make those , but it escapes from the depths of your body & even you are surprised but give no cue for bucky to stop .
< < buck . . . > > it is the only sign you can mutter , before he pulls your hair again .
@warashes.
