Current life goal:
Sitting on sub!buck's lap and making out with him, leaving kisses along his jawline and down his neck and managing to make me cum in his pants. I had too, so sorry
Oh God, shit like this would be such a dream come true 🤤 looks like we have the same life goal!!
Because I can just imagine that huge man getting so needy and submissive, he can't even collect his thoughts enough to beg you to fuck him
It starts out so innocently, just gentle kisses between soft smiles. Giggles that turn into gasps and hands that can't stop wandering. His body is always so firm. His muscles tense, tightening under each little touch, not giving in to the intimacy. It's not that he doesn't want it, that couldn't be further from the truth. It's just that he can't surrender too quickly. It takes so little to make him lose himself and he never enjoys giving in too fast.
You know you've got him when you hear the little gasp of "Oh God, please." It's just pathetic enough to make your heart leap in your chest. He's frantically trying to catch his breath, sucking in slow steading breaths as your sinful lips latch onto his ear lobe. Your teeth graze it slightly, tugging and teasing. Your hot breath on his skin makes him shiver but it's nothing compared to how warm and wet your mouth is.
"You like that, baby boy?" You ask so quietly, he wonders if he imagined it for a second.
"It feels good. Fuck, so good." He sobs, low and broken. His head rolls backwards, exposing his neck so beautifully. His Adam's apple bobs, his eyes are squeezed shut and even the little roll of your hips that comes with you leaning over to kiss him has him hissing gently because he can't even imagine how much better this would be without clothes getting in the way. Like he truly can't imagine it; he thinks if he does this will all be over before it's really started.
Your lips land on his neck so chastely at first. It's a touch so delicate, his head can hardly comprehend how he's feeling such overwhelming pleasure from it. It's maybe not the touch at all but he only half pieces that thought together. He thinks it's probably just you that has him so weak but that's a thought for when his head is a little clearer.
"Bucky sweetheart, you're shaking." The words make him wince because fuck, that's pathetic. His flesh hand is resting in both of yours and he doesn't need to look at it to know you're right.
He's putty in your hands, trembling with sheer need because it's all just a little more than his head can keep up with. "Do you need to slow down? We can cuddle for a bit if you like?" You ask without a hint of judgement but before you can even finish, he's shaking his head vigorously.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop." He begs, his flesh hand dropping to grip your hip, encouraging you to roll your body against his bulge. You take his word for it, knowing that if he needs anything, he won't be too shy in asking you for it.
Your lips latch back onto his neck, sucking and teasing while your hips keep rolling. It's so satisfying watching this wall of muscle lose himself in the sweetest touches. "Oh holy shit... Please. O-oh please. Just l-like that. God, don't stop. Don't stop, baby." He's totally gone, throbbing in the confines of his jeans and not even able to process how this can feel so good.
Your mouth is just perfect on him, as is the feeling of you rutting against him and before he knows it, he's too far gone. "Fuck, I'm cumming." He grunts, tugging you down as hard as he can, mumbling in absolute bliss because it's all too perfect.
"You cumming for me, Buck? Making a mess before I even touch you?" He knows you're not making fun of him but it's so fucking embarrassing it almost makes him cum harder.
But when the high wears off, he's spent and panting. He's so sticky, it'd be uncomfortable if he wasn't totally boneless and pliant. "I'm sorry." He whispers, hardly even able to look at you.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. I love this. And I love you." You're so gentle and kind with him, he almost melts. He's not in any rush to move because he feels so cared for like this but he knows when he needs to, you'll happily help him clean up before falling into bed together for some tender kisses and warm cuddles.
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Since I saw it on your list of holiday fic options, I can't stop thinking about what a "life day" would look like in the cheating au. Thoughts/spoilers?
i haven't had time yet to look at the submissions for this form (of which au I should write a long oneshot holiday fic for)
but i put the cheating au on the list of possible aus because holy shit it would be so beautifully trashy. twins are two years old, obi-wan has bought them many many many gifts, some with satine's money. anakin is touched but knows he shouldn't be. obi-wan's only defense is that he did do the same thing when korkie was a baby, and he buys korkie just as many presents for life day.
they have a joint family life day at the kenobi abode in stewjon (the snow there really sets the scene); this is the twins' first time on stewjon and obi-wan takes a ton of pictures. padmé also takes very nice pictures. she's worried about the amount of presents because she doesn't want to spoil the children.
anakin corners obi-wan late one night a few nights before life day and tells him he can't buy the twins' love. obi-wan pointedly looks down to the way baby leia clings to him as she sleeps and asks if anakin thinks he has to.
(anakin is secretly a little jealous of the twins because he likes things too but no way did obi-wan get him as many gifts because that would be far too obvious)
when he breaks and asks obi-wan what he got for him, the man refuses to tell him. anakin (bitchily) asks if it's as nice as what he got for his wife, the Duchess.
obi-wan panics because shit fuck oh stars he forgot to get anything for his wife, the Duchess, and Life Day is 3 days away he needs to go find something now. this sounds like a perfect outing with one's paramour.
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