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“Bucky, please,” you begged, your voice thready.
Your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, only chuckled deep in his throat and squeezed his arms tighter around your waist, pulling you more firmly against his chest. “You told me I could have anything I wanted for my birthday, buttercup,” he murmured in your ear, his breath ghosting over your skin and making you shiver in his arms. “And I want this.”
“But Bucky,” you started to say before cutting yourself off on a sharp gasp. Your eyes fluttered closed and you rested your cheek against his shoulder, feeling his warmth seep into you as he held you tightly in his lap. “Please.”
“C’mon, buttercup, you were being so good for me,” Bucky rumbled in a deep voice, lifting his hips up slightly off the couch. Since you were straddling his lap, his dick buried in your pussy, the movement caused him to push deeper inside, drawing a moan from your lips.
Your head lolled against his shoulder, whimpering when he settled back into the soft cushions, your thighs somehow spread wider and taking him even deeper. You tried to move your hips in a tiny movement, needing some kind of friction inside your needy, dripping hole, but Bucky’s arms squeezed you tighter, pinning you to his lap.
“Ah, ah,” he tutted, pressing your bare chest to his own, your nipples dragging against the hard muscles of his body and making you shiver.
You were fully naked and straddling his lap, impaled on his cock, while he was shirtless, his jeans pushed down to his knees. You’d been like that ever since you’d gotten home from Bucky’s birthday brunch, where his friends had surprised him with a cake. He’d smiled and enjoyed himself at brunch, but his had had stayed on your thigh the whole time, a possessive grip on your soft flesh that reminded you of the plans he had for when you got home.
As soon as he’d gotten you back to the apartment you shared in Brooklyn, he’d stripped you out of the cute sundress you’d worn to brunch, barely taking time to free his cock before he was pulling you onto his lap and helping you work his thick length inside you. You’d lost track of time, unsure how long you’d been sitting with your bodies connected so intimately. What you did know was that you needed him to move.
But when you whined, trying to wriggle your hips in his tight grip, he only shushed you. “I told you I wanted a well-behaved little cockwarmer for my birthday,” he said in a light tone, though you could hear the thread of his own building lust beneath his words. His hands wandered to your hips and he pushed you further down on his cock, your legs splayed open over his lap almost painfully wide and your ass pressed flush against his thighs. “And what do well-behaved little cockwarmers do?”
“They sit still,” you huffed, dragging in ragged breaths. The feel of his cock buried deep inside you was so good, so distracting, making it hard to think or remember what he’d told you he wanted from you. But you’d talked about it at length before his birthday, so you were able to pull the words from the deep recesses of your pleasure-drunk mind. “They don’t move, they don’t whine, they don’t beg,” you repeated his earlier orders. You made a frustrated little sound in the back of your throat, but continued. “They keep a cock nice and warm and safe for as long as their boyfriend wants.”
“Good girl,” Bucky murmured, kneading your hips and massaging your muscles. Despite how worked up you were, your body responded to his soothing touch, softening against him. Your hands, which had gripped his thick biceps, loosened and you slid your arms around his shoulders as you calmed. “And why are you being a sweet little cockwarmer for me?”
You buried a smile against Bucky’s neck, chest warming at his praise. He smelled like he always did, the comforting scent of amber and leather washing over you and relaxing you further. “Because it’s your birthday,” you whispered against his skin, your body melting against your boyfriend’s chest. The need you’d felt was still a knot buried deep in your core, but it was smaller, less persistent after Bucky’s comforting words and touches.
“That’s my girl,” Bucky rumbled. His hands smoothed up your spine, his palm warm against your chilled skin. Together, you settled back into the couch, the hum of music from Bucky’s record player the only sound aside from your breathing.
After a time, you cracked your eyes open, seeing the sun had fallen low in the sky. Your mind worked lazily, almost like you were drunk, but the mimosa you’d had a brunch had long since worn off. Eventually, you realized you’d been cockwarming Bucky for a long time. Much longer than you ever had before his birthday.
When he’d first suggested it as a way to make his birthday special, you weren’t entirely sure what about the idea had excited your boyfriend so much. To figure out if it was something you both enjoyed, you’d tried it a couple times before his birthday, sitting entwined on the couch or laying together in your bed, his cock buried deep in your pussy for an hour or so, until you both got so worked up, you couldn’t hold yourselves back anymore.
After the first time, you understood why Bucky liked it. You loved it. The closeness, the feeling of being physically connected in such a significant way and then relaxing together—the intimacy of it was unmatched. It was a chance to be as close to one another as physically possible, for a prolonged period of time, drawing out the intimacy of sex. And the fact that it meant you were essentially edging each other the entire time his cock was inside you only made the final crescendo of pleasure that much more spectacular for both of you.
But neither of you had ever lasted longer than an hour, and you’d been uncertain about cockwarming Bucky for longer than that on his birthday. As your mind roused from the depths of the half-asleep state you’d fallen into, though, you tried to think of how long you’d been cockwarming him since getting home from brunch. It must’ve been hours, you realized, though it had felt like no time at all.
God, it had been so long since you’d first impaled yourself on Bucky’s cock that it had begun to feel natural, like this was how you were meant to exist, with your boyfriend’s dick always buried deep inside your pussy. Though he was big, an ever-present reminder of his presence in your body, it had begun to feel like he was a part of you. Shivering slightly at the thought, you shifted your face against his neck, mouth working against the pulse point at the base of his throat. You kissed and licked him idly, like you wanted to take more of him inside you—until your very souls were entwined.
Bucky’s awareness seemed to return to him slowly the longer your lips moved against his neck and it warmed your heart the way he seemed to feel the same way you did about the beautiful intimacy of cockwarming. “If I could live the rest of my life like this, I’d be a very happy man,” he said, groaning softly and shifting you both into a slightly more comfortable position. “Feel so good on my cock, buttercup.”
Wrapping his arms tightly around you, one of his hands cradled your head and the other banded around your lower back to hold you pinned to him. You moaned softly when you felt his dick twitch in your pussy, the need in your core becoming steadily more persistent as he shifted, his cock dragging along the inside of your sensitive hole.
“So tight and warm and perfect, your pussy is hugging me so good,” he praised, his words rolling over you and making you smile. His hand on your head urged you up until his lips found yours and he gave you a slow, deep kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth like he wanted to crawl inside every part of you. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “Your body feels like home, and I never want to leave.”
“Don’t, Bucky,” you whispered on a little sob, emotion suddenly overwhelming you. Your arms wrapped tighter around his neck, clinging to your boyfriend like you were afraid he’d disappear, and kissed him fiercely. “Don’t ever leave me, Bucky, promise me.”
“I promise, buttercup,” he said, his own emotion reflected in his rasping tone. His hands groped and grabbed every inch of your body like he couldn’t get enough of touching you. It called to something in you and your own hands fisted in his soft brown hair, clutching him tighter in your embrace. “I promise not to leave you—not for anything. Not unless you ask me to.”
“Never,” you rasped, before kissing him, your lips claiming each other again and again.
When you parted, a desperate sound wrenched itself free from your throat and then you were riding Bucky, hard and fast, your bodies coming together in the most primal way. Bucky abandoned all thought of telling you to stay still and cockwarm him, unable to help himself from thrusting up from below, making you bounce on his dick. Your bodies’ movements were furious, your hands greedy and your mouths ravenous as you devoured each other, taking and giving pleasure with frantic need.
“C’mon, buttercup, c’mon,” Bucky urged, nipping at your lip and soothing it with his tongue as he pounded up into you. “Cum on my cock, let me feel that tight cunt of yours clenching me so good.” His hand grabbed your hair at the back of your head, holding you steady so he could kiss you while you bucked on top of him. “Gonna fill you up with my cum and then keep my cock buried deep inside you.” His lips were demanding against yours, his tongue plunging inside your mouth in time to his thrusts. When he pulled away, he left you gasping for air. “You’re gonna be my perfect little cum-filled cockwarmer and fall asleep on my cock, aren’t you, buttercup? So soft and warm and perfect for me.”
Your pleasure was rising fast, all of the pent up need you’d felt while cockwarming your boyfriend washing over you until you were a lust-fueled mess. “Yes, please, Bucky, god,” you babbled, half sobbing against his mouth as you cried out with every thrust of his hard length inside you. “I want your cock inside me always—always stuffed deep inside my pussy.”
“Fuck, buttercup,” he bit out through harsh breaths, pumping up into you harder, shaking your whole body with every rough thrust. All you could do was grip his shoulders and hold on. “I’m gonna keep you on my cock all the fucking time,” he promised, leaning forward until you were bent back over his lap, his mouth finding your nipple and sucking hard before continuing. “Gonna always be buried inside your sweet cunt, gonna make you my permanent cockwarmer.”
“Uh huh,” you muttered, your hands holding tight to Bucky’s hair, pressing his face into your tits. “Even while I’m sleeping, fill me up,” you said, gasping when he took your nipple between his teeth and bit down lightly. “And if you slip out, slide back in, use my tight little hole to keep your cock warm and safe.”
Bucky huffed a surprised laugh. “Ya want that, buttercup?” he asked, pulling back to look at you. When you nodded frantically, biting your lip against a wide grin, he smiled in return. Then his eyes darkened and he pressed his face close to yours. “Want me to keep you impaled on my dick all night?” he asked in a deep rumbling voice. “So you wake up needy and squirming on my cock, begging me to fuck you nice and hard?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, bouncing on his big cock harder, your ass slapping against his thighs.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, his arms wrapping around your back with his hands cupping your shoulders from behind so he could brace you and fuck you harder. It felt fantastic, his cock hitting so deep inside you it had you seeing stars. “Now be my good girl and cum for me.”
The position of your bodies had your clit grinding against the base of Bucky’s cock and with the feel of him pounding into you, it wasn’t long before the knot of pleasure in your body was detonating, an explosion of bliss crashing over you. You came with a sharp scream, your body shaking and your fingers digging hard into Bucky’s shoulders as you held onto him, distantly worried about tumbling off his lap. But Bucky had you, holding you tight while you came.
He grunted as your pussy clenched down hard on him and he kept fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure while he chased his own. A moment later, Bucky groaned and buried his face in your tits, rutting into you as he found his release. With greedy hands, he pulled your body down until you were fully impaled on his dick as he pressed himself deep. His cock throbbed inside you, and you felt his cum spill deep in your pussy.
You moaned, riding him in messy, jerky movements through the aftershocks of your orgasms until you were both shivering with overstimulation. Then, Bucky pinned you down on his lap and you settled, raking your nails through his soft hair while you both caught your breath. True to his word, Bucky stayed buried deep inside you, his cum leaking out around his still thick shaft.
When he’d finally recovered himself, Bucky sat up and cupped your face in his big palms. “Tomorrow we’ll talk about all those dirty things you confessed to wanting,” he said, his blue eyes staring into yours, a serious expression on his face. “If you still want them, we can try them out.” He dropped a kiss to your lips like he was sealing a promise.
You smiled against his mouth. “Okay,” you responded before grabbing his face and pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Even though you’d spent so much of your day kissing him and being connected to him, you didn’t think you’d ever get enough of your boyfriend. The two of you made out until you could feel Bucky getting hard again inside you.
He pulled away with a groan, though it sounded more pained than pleasured. “You’re going to literally milk me dry if you keep working that sweet pussy on me like that,” he muttered, his head falling back against the couch. But he didn’t try to move you off him, just let you roll your hips slowly against him. You could feel his cock twitch inside you.
“You edged me for hours, Buck,” you said, planting your hands on his pecs and rising up until you were almost off him. Your tight hole was sore, but you weren’t done with Bucky yet. Slowly, relishing the feel of him filling you back up, you slid down his cock, taking him deep. “If I’m insatiable, it’s your fault.”
A grin bloomed across Bucky’s face as his head tilted back up. He watched you for a while as you worked yourself up and down his cock, taking your time and building your pleasure slowly. Finally, Bucky seemed to grow impatient and he quirked an eyebrow. “Let’s see how insatiable my girl really is,” he challenged, tipping you over onto your back on the couch.
You cried out in surprise, the sound devolving into a laugh, which then morphed into a moan as Bucky took over and fucked you like he meant it. He gave you exactly what you needed. Bucky pounded into you relentlessly, whispering filth in your ear until you were coming apart on his cock all over again, nails digging into his skin and back arching off the couch, a ragged scream tearing from your throat.
After he’d found his own pleasure, Bucky collapsed on top of you, rolling slightly to the side so he didn’t crush you. For a long while, you cuddled together, wrapped around each other until you were a tangle of limbs, unsure where you ended and your boyfriend began. You were so relaxed and sated, you fell into a light sleep even with Bucky’s cock still stuffed inside you.
Some time later, when it was pitch dark in the apartment and the ambient glow of Brooklyn was the only light spilling into the room, Bucky roused you from sleep. He eased his soft cock from your aching pussy, so careful with you it barely stung. Then he gathered you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom. Your boyfriend cleaned you up with gentle fingers while you sleepily clung to his shoulders. He left you only long enough for you to pee and wash your hands, and then he was carrying you to bed.
When you slipped between the sheets of the bed you shared, you reached for Bucky immediately and he slid happily into your arms with a sleepy grin on his face. You pressed as close as possible, whining softly when it didn’t feel close enough, not after so long with your bodies connected at the basest level. Bucky soothed you, skimming his hands all over your body until you settled.
Tilting your head back so you could see your boyfriend, you gave him a hopeful smile. “Good birthday?” you asked in a tired voice.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Bucky’s mouth as he found your lips, giving you a slow, sleepy kiss. “I got to spend my birthday with you, buttercup—it was the best birthday I’ve ever had,” he confessed before kissing you again. You hummed happily into the kiss, delighted by his answer.
Bucky was the happiest he’d ever been, holding you close on his birthday. He kissed you until you both succumbed to exhaustion and slipped into slumber. Even in sleep, your bodies remained tangled together, your lips close enough to kiss, and smiles fixed on both your faces.