#whooooops

You’d heard Bucky utter some pretty vulgar and untamed noises, but it’s the wordless hiss and shudder from him every time he feels the sheer warmth of your cunt around his cock that you enjoy the most. It makes your heart soar in your chest with pride and excitement.

The way his grip tightens into the flesh of your hips as if there is an internal battle raging in him whether to pull you off because you’ll destroy him, or to pull you tighter to him because what a way to go. The warmth is unlike anything and you squeeze him so tightly at his needy response to you, it worsens the situation until there is barely a thought left in his brain.

So you shouldn’t be surprised he only answers with a blank, albeit grumpy stare and a choked sound when you mention cockwarming to him. He thinks you’re just pestering him and maybe you kind of are, but a shudder rolls up your spine at the thought of being so full of him in his lap.

To spare his pride, you beg for it. “Bucky, please. I think you’ll like it.”

He bucks his hips slightly to shift in his seat on the big arm chair in your home. His thick thighs spread apart and he rubs his big palms up and down the fabric of his sweats. You lick your lips.

“You want to just sit,” he says, “on my cock? Just to keep it warm?”

You nod. He pauses and thinks for a while, eyes narrowed and never leaving you as you stand before him and slowly inch closer. The longer he thinks about the concept and prospect of that heavenly request, the more anxious you become.

“Okay, but… Can I kiss you?” he asks and your stomach flips at the question. God, of course he can kiss you!

You nod again with a small smile.

“What’s the catch?” His voice sounds wary.

You shrug, “I suppose it’ll be hard not to fuck into me.” His eyes darken and he shifts again. “But I don’t think I will stop you if you do.”

He stiffens at that and licks his lips, his eyes borderline predatory now. You inch closer some more. Close enough for his hands to reach to your hips, stroking gently before helping you straddle him.

His nose nudges yours and you feel him harden beneath you, a smirk now playing on his lips. “Is it something we can do in public?”

“Bucky!”

He laughs and squeezes your hips. “Yeah, yeah. Fine,” he mutters, lowering his sensuous mouth to your neck. “One step at a time.”

And it’s true - if Bucky’s restraint now is anything to go by, he won’t last any longer than a minute in public. You envelop him warmly with your wet pussy when he pulls himself out, making sure to tease and rub your clit to get you excited. Fuck. He’s not making this easy for you either.

Every twitch is torture and his kisses are even worse. His warm, nearly boiling hands stroke everywhere, his mouth nipping and licking and sucking at your lips. He moans softly into the kiss and strokes his tongue against yours until you whimper.

The slow roll of your hips is completely involuntary and Bucky does nothing to stop you. He lets you grind your frustrations into him, enjoying the warm squeezes you give his cock when he strokes his tongue into your mouth just right. And before you know it, you’re a feral, purring cat in heat in his lap. He revels in it.

But he gets the challenge now, because one raise of his hips and the startled moan that it causes from you- and he’s a goner.