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Control [1/2]
The Pawn
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 4250
Summary: You and Bucky Barnes slowly take each other to pieces – but at what cost?
Warnings: Swearing. Explicit smut. Unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap, thank you), dirty talk, thigh-riding, oral sex (both m/f receiving), face-fucking, orgasm denial, mild choking, some Sub!Bucky, mostly Dom!Bucky, Bucky’s thighs of betrayal, which is an 18+ only warning in itself – but seriously, this fic is 18+ only.
A/N: This is for my beloved baby Gigi @tropicalcap for her 4K Songfic Challenge – CONGRATS ON 4K BABY 🖤🖤 Thank the universe for bringing our dumb-asses together – this is a homage to our sins. My prompt was the song, Special Affair by The Internet – I truly hope I did one of your favourite songs justice. This is part I of II, because there’s only so much smut I can handle in one hit.
Masterlist here.
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He was staring.
The I’m making this too obvious kind of staring.
The I would let you ride me across the Pacific Ocean kind of staring.
And you knew it.
He knew it too and decided it’d be a gentler death to set himself on fire.
Bucky gritted his teeth, shaking his head by way of trying to clear his thoughts, hair coming a little loose from his bun, gaze turned away and yet he could feel your eyes on him. It prickled a strange hold through him, catching his eyes watching you, steady, waiting, a little fierce and blown hot if he was honest. The thought threw a shiver through his spine and it took him a while to notice he was tracing the rim of his glass a little too enthusiastically.
“James, three o'clock.”
Oh, you were at his three o’ clock alright. It’d be his four o'clock and all the other fucking clocks, turning and rolling beneath and over him, through him if he could just get his damn itching, wanting hands on you and swallow that smirk off your pretty face.
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Control [2/2]
The King
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 3950
Summary: You and Bucky Barnes slowly take each other to pieces – but at what cost?
Warnings: Swearing. Explicit smut. Unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap, thank you), dirty talk, thigh-riding, oral sex (both m/f receiving), face-fucking, orgasm denial, mild choking, some Sub!Bucky, mostly Dom!Bucky, Bucky’s thighs of betrayal, which is an 18+ only warning in itself – but seriously, this fic is 18+ only.
A/N: This is for my babygirl Gigi @tropicalcap as part of her 4K Songfic Challenge 🖤 This is part II of II, because there was only so much smut I could cram in one hit.
Read Part I The Pawn – also Masterlist here.
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Bucky was savouring this moment, committing the image of you spread out, hair-mussed, lust-drunk before him, the air hot with want and desire. He breathed in the scent of you, salty and sweet, half-wondered, barely half-cared should anyone chance walking in to find him on his knees praying before a rouge-licked god.
He’d been tracking you for months and you had constantly, consistently slipped through his fingers despite his deliberate and considered assessment of how to corner you, keep you long enough, strung out and wanting. And now you were here, unravelling before him, eyes blown hot, skin goose-pimpled in anticipation, legs trembling like jelly, and you – you, all soft and pliable to turn and please and pull just how he wanted.
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