my-avengers-imagines:Sweet, Sweet Craving - Stucky Imagine - 1670 Wors *Explicit ish* Steve let out
my-avengers-imagines:Sweet, Sweet Craving - Stucky Imagine - 1670 Wors *Explicit ish* Steve let out a small whine, flexing his hips up from the chair and wriggling. He couldn’t move, his heart was pounding and his arms were strapped tightly behind him. The blonde clenched his fists, feeling the rope tightening around them and then flexing slowly.Give another tug - you know you can get it off, dammit Rogers! It’s only rope, it’s not even solid rope, you can break it, so easily!Then maybe that’s what Bucky wanted to see, to see if he’d disobey. They both knew he could break out of the restraints, but would he? Steve huffed, glancing around the dim room. How long has Bucky been gone anyway?“Fuck.” He grunted, shoulders slumping back on the wooden chair, his blue eyes dropping shut. Come on, Steve. One firm tug, one firm, rough yank at the rope and you can pull it free. Oh but he doesn’t want to, what would daddy say if he comes home and finds the rope on the floor with Steve muttering apologies. He tried to be a good boy, he really did! The silence crept over the room, shadowing the tall male as he glanced around again. The fumbling of keys was soon to follow, and Bucky’s voice? Shit, he’s not alone. Steve then couldn’t find the power to pull free of the restraints Bucky put him in this morning, his wrists felt too weak and his mind was spinning insanely. The door pushed open and the light switched on, making the blondes head snap up instantly. A wheezed, thankful breath left his lips when his boyfriend walked in on his mobile; head down - messy brown hair falling over his face - and phone to his ear. “Yeah, Nat.” He mumbled, his gaze lifting and meeting Steves.The blonde knew he looked a mess, he’d been whimpering and shifting for the last two, three hours? Bright blue eyes shot back at Bucky’s with need, lust. “I’m gonna have’ta call you back, Natalia.” Buck grumbled, his expressionless features moving to a light smirk - his eyes seeming to glisten in admiration. He’s so proud of his little boy, keeping so still all day - even though they both know it could have been broken. Steve felt a rush wash over him when Bucky hung up the phone, sliding off his coat and resting it aside. He knew he was making every movement as slow and as torturous as he could. Don’t speak until spoken too, we’re in that mode. “You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you?” The brunette trailed off as he slowly made his way across the room to where Steve was stranded, strapped to a chair. Steve nodded. “Yes.” He whispered shakily. Bucky raised an eyebrow at his response. “Yes, Sir.” “Good boy.” Bucky mumbled sweetly, metal fingers combing through the blondes short hair. There was a small silence as the two took in each other and their appearances, the blonde letting out a dragged out, needed whimper. “What was that for?” Buck chuckled, trailing his fingers along Steve’s chin. Because I can’t touch you, Steve wanted to scream but nothing other than a pouted bottom lip and a whine came huskily from the back of his throat. “Use your words, you’re a big boy.” Bucky spoke sweetly but with a firm undertone. Steve’s baby blues looked lost, gazing up at his boyfriend with wandering and nervous eyes. Why and how did Bucky so easily get him into submission. “Daddy- I…” Steve whispered softly, breathing hitching. “I’ve been so good, I’ve not moved, I-I want to touch you.” Bucky smiled towards him, what a brave little boy. “You think you’re the judge of if you’ve been a good boy?”“No, but I-”“Steve.” Bucky caught his jaw, tilting up slowly, firmly. It was understandable that Steve was going to be easily irritated, that his heart was on a constant race track. He had sweaty palms. “You have been a good boy, such a good boy by keeping still waiting for me.” Bucky cooed softly. Oh fuck; Steve felt Bucky’s weight slowly lower on him as he straddled his hips, legs wrapping around the chair. “A-Ah..” The blonde moaned out when Bucky so easily rocked his hips down. Steve arched his hips the best he could to get more contact but Bucky knew exactly what he was playing at, exactly how to tease him. Bucky began to easily litter rough kisses down his boyfriend’s neck, nipping the skin between his teeth and earning himself gasps every so often. Steve let out a choked gasp, wriggling his hips up softly. “Daddy please.” He groaned deeply. Bucky let out a small chuckle, leaning back to gaze at Steve. “You’ve got such a cute whine, you know?” Bucky teased, hands sprawling over Steve’s bare chest, fingertips rolling down the skin slowly. Steve couldn’t help but moan because fuck, the metal against his sensitive skin was better than anything he’d ever felt before. “You’re a jerk.” Steve scoffed, shifting his hips slowly. “Punk.” Bucky moved in easily, lips crashing against Steve’s with everything he had; a quiet whimper slipping from Steve’s lips. Their lips always fit so perfectly together, tongues slowly gliding to meet between Steve’s parted mouth. With a brief clashing of teeth, Bucky slowly bites down - teeth digging into the blondes lower lip before he gives it a tug, another moan. Steve was as needy as he was back in the 40’s, still as wanting, as pleading as pre-serum Steve when Bucky had to clasp a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. Their thin walls were never enough to keep in the soft cries; pleads and moans of the blonde. “B-Buck, buck.. Buck- oh, B-Bucky please!” The tiny male begged, hips wriggling at the contact of Bucky’s warm, wet mouth taking him to the back of his throat so easily. With a soft sound, the brunette pulled back; flashing him a charming smirk. “Hush, baby.” He chuckled, hands roaming up the blondes thighs to try and keep him quiet. “Need to be quiet, Stevie.” Or there were the times at base camp, Steve’s back pressed against a tree and Bucky holding him up the best he could; giving his best boy what he wanted. “Mouth closed, Cap. You gotta be quiet.” Bucky teased, pushing himself deeper and earning a choked moan with Steve’s teeth digging into his shoulder blade. They’d both have slacks around their ankles, army heavy boots on their feet but they were alone - so to speak - and mid mission, but Steve was worth the risk of being caught.Luckily - with an apartment of their own, much bigger, more spacious and well laid out - Steve had the opportunity to be as vocal as they wanted to be. The blonde flickered his eyes open, being dragged away from his thoughts as Bucky slipped from his lap, sliding his thighs apart and slowly planting a kiss on Steve’s bare thigh. All Steve wanted was to run his fingers through that gloriously long brown hair, but he couldn’t, the stupid restraints holding him back. “What is it you want, hm? Tell daddy.” Bucky cooed, sitting so easily between Steve’s thighs. Steve gasped in a breath, peeking down at him. “Untie me.” He begged quietly. “Please…” Bucky gave a charming smile; that smile tħat Steve knows oh too well. “Alright, baby.” Pushing himself to his feet, Bucky slowly wandered around the back of him, dipping to kiss the back of his neck. “Ask me politely.” Bucky told him sternly. “Please-” He begged, but he couldn’t help but grin, tipping his head back a little. “Please, sir… Please.” Bucky slowly looped his fingers through the rope; giving it a firm tug with his metal fingers and Steve feels the cool air envelop his wrists. He whined, moving his hands so he could slowly rub his wrists, fingers soothing the tightness that was lost there.Without realising he had, Bucky had wandered back around to him, tilting up his chin with a metal finger from his left hand. “Do you know why I left you like this today?” Bucky spoke gently, his voice so husky, so warm like liquid sex to Steve’s eardrums. “Because I touched myself and came without your permission.” Steve spoke innocently, biting hard on his bottom lip. Bucky nodded, a warm smile on his lips. “I won’t do it again, I swear.. Buck, I love you-” “Shh..” Bucky slowly took his lover’s hand, pulling him to his feet. “I love you too, okay? I love you so much.” Steve nodded, he just wanted to hear he was loved, that Bucky was all his - vise versa. Bucky walked backwards into the bedroom, eyes never leaving Steve’s as he pushed the door open and smiled towards him. With his legs hitting the mattress, Bucky lowered Steve onto the mattress, letting him crawl back before he moved to crawl on top of him. “You’ve been so good, just relax baby. I’m going to show you how good boys get rewarded, hm?” Bucky trailed off slowly. All of Steve’s attentions jumped awake as he giggled excitedly. See, good things come to those who wait. -- source link
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