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〰 hungry 〰 // b.b

Author:
hikarichans

Site:
AO3

Relationship:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:
You just can't stop thinking about Bucky's cock in your mouth.
☆ - Bucky's POV
♡ - Reader's POV

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These thoughts... is it even healthy to think about it so much? It won't stop bugging my head. Like it's stuck in the back of my mind. The only thing that matters to me right now. An insatiable hunger for James. James Buchanan Barnes. I want to kiss him, litter kisses all over his gorgeous face, make him moan my name just from toying with him, make him cum all over my hands, make him cum in my mouth. This hunger I've been feeling all night long, it's my hunger to feel his cock slide down my throat as he thrusts inside my mouth and uses me to his will. That sensation of being completely in his command sends me into oblivion. I want to drink his cum. So badly.

But this is bad. We're only friends with benefits. We fuck when we want to. But now I really need him to quench my thirst for his cum. I've never really thought about how he tasted whenever I blow him, the aftertaste always gone after a few seconds. But now that I'm thinking about it, I love the way he tastes. The heaviness of his girth in my mouth. Fuck I'm not even making any sense. It's 1 a.m and he's probably asleep in his own apartment. I've already crawled inside my bed, took a shower which was really refreshing, drank lots of water, but the hunger is still there. My body still feels heavy. Like there's a weight on top of me that just won't go away unless I do something about it. What scares me is that I'm fully aware of what I want.

I try to ignore it. Tried to fall asleep all night. I've counted 152 sheeps to no avail. Tried covering eyes with my arms so I couldn't see any traces of light from my lamp beside my bed. Tried drinking milk...... but it's all a waste. I've been laying on my bed for the past three hours. It's so hot in here, fuck. I just couldn't sleep. It's almost impossible to even close my eyes. I don't understand what's going on with my body. I went home earlier from work because I felt sluggish and unwell. Tony Stark completely understood my circumstances, but he doesn't know I've been lusting over his teammate this whole night. My cheeks are probably as red as a tomato by now. I glance down. 

Why the fuck are my panties soaking wet? Why? Why is my cunt dripping so much. There is no biological explanation for this. I can't just crave for someone's cum like that. It's not logical. I've masturbated three times tonight. Nothing fucking works and it's frustrating me. Is this for real? I've never experienced anything like this before. I'm like a bitch in heat. I shove my head further into my fluffy pillow. Groaning internally, I realized there's no point in thinking about it. I should adress it loud and clear. I need to masturbate yet again if I'm going to sleep. I grabbed the dildo I put away just an hour ago and rubbed it up and down my sex. It feels so fucking good. My pussy clenches in anticipation. I play with my right nipple a little bit, pulling on it like how James would. He has always loved my boobs. He says it fits his hands so perfectly, like it was just made for him. And fuck I agree with him so much. I'm made for him to use. I don't think I can function without his cock pounding into me wherever he can think of every other week. 

I slide in the dildo with my right hand as I rub my clit with my other hand, making rough movements on top of my clit. I moan when the dildo reaches into a part of me I know only James has been. But nothing could come close to how amazing and full James' cock can make me feel. I pick up the pace on both of my clitoris and pushing the dildo in and out of my cunt still leaves a dent I know only James can fulfill. Ever since James and I started to fuck, I haven't been masturbating. It's not that I don't like doing it anymore, but it just doesn't feel as good. But now as my hands start to wear out from playing with myself, it does. It feels good because underneath my eyelids its James' body on top of me what I'm imagining. Fucking me rough and hard like he usually does. Calling me whatever names he deems necessary to call me. Right now I'm panting so loudly I hope my neighbors don't hear my headboard banging against the thin walls.  I feel my hips trying to push the dildo deeper inside me of me even though it's physically impossible, but right now I just don't care. What..... the hell is wrong with me?