Words Heavy on his Tongue Pairings | Bucky Barnes x gender neural!reader Warnings | pet names, oral (m receiving) Word count | 467 Summary | Bucky likes to dirty talk in Russian A/n | translations bolded. I don't speak Russian, so I apologise if the translations and the Russian aren't 100% accurate.
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"мм, вот и пчёлка." Bucky cooed, fingers wrapped tightly in your hair. Mm, that's it little bee.You could only pick out a few words, you'd learnt after a while that Пчелка meant 'little bee' as Bucky used it as a common term of endearment for you.
Despite not being able to figure out what the rest of his words meant, you could tell by the tone and the little moan he let slip out after that it was praise. And weather you could understand them or not, the unfamiliar words rolling off his tongue so smoothly as if they were silk only made a pang on arousal slither down your spine.
"продолжать!" Keep going! His thick voice was groaning, the super soldier's head tossed back against the back of the sofa as your tongue danced around his tip. You moaned around him, letting your head Bob further down on his length as your tongue traced over the vein on the underside.
He didn't let you up this time, his fingers tightening their grip and holding you down at the base of him. Your nose was buried in the dark mess of curls at the base of his member, hands braced on his things, ready to squeeze if you needed to tap out.
"Это оно," that's it, Bucky's voice was strained, the deep rumbles growing lower as he spoke, his hips stuttering up into your mouth as you felt him throb against your tongue.
You knew he was almost there, so you took one of your hands from his thigh and reached down. You fondled with his balls, massaging them in the hopes of bringing on his release sooner.
"Я кончаю!" I'm cumming!You had a good guess at what that was, feeling his release spill onto your tongue not a moment later. "Fuck!" Now that, you understood.
You slowly pulled off him, your soldier loosening his grip in your hair as his cock slipped from your mouth with a pop. Both of you were breathing heavy, your eyes open and innocent as he stared down at you through hooded lids.
"моя маленькая шлюха." Bucky purred, fingers gripping your chin to tilt your head further upwards as he stroked his thumb over your cheek. My little whore. You smiled fondly at him, leaning into his touch as the man cupped your cheek.
"Thank you, Sargent." You whispered, biting your lip when a warm smile that was tainted with a slight smirk graced your super soldier's lips.
"нет проблем пчёлка." No problem, little bee. He cooed, the warmth of his flesh hand almost unwelcome with how hot your cheeks were.
