#im just like really slow in this though or something it is hard for me to understand things working

[notarmedandnotdangerous]

Cue live footage of me breaking out of my enclosure upon reading the new sub bucky part. Ty for the food 😋

How do you feel about hole inspection? Checking to see if he's in working order, giving just a little pleasure while not providing any relief... Feel free to ignore this if that's not your thing though.

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im glad u liked it :p

also this is short cuz i really have 0 knowledge ab this BUT i tried !!!

i wanted to write but i literally had 0 time i am so sorry 💔

cw: sub!bucky, dom!m!reader, hole inspection, feminisation, fingering, ruined orgasm, orgasm denial, passing out, slight aftercare, crying

word count: >2.4k

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you came home, and realised the apartment was awfully quiet. it wasn’t peaceful, there was tension in the air, something warm. the pillows on the couch were rumpled, a bottle of lube tucked half out of place, and you could smell slick. 

bucky tried his best to clean up, but he didn’t try hard enough.

you took your shoes off, and closed the door.

“bucky?”

there was silence, then a thud from the bedroom, it sounded quick, and panicked. 

bucky doesn’t answer right away.

“buck.”

he finally appears at the doorframe, red in the face, hair damp, and he’s wearing one of your shirts.

you walked into the room before he could stop you.

“did you touch yourself today?”

he flinches.

“no.”

“you sure about that?” 

bucky nods too fast, and doesn’t meet your eyes.

“really?”

“i didn’t- i just.. i was stretching, that’s all.”

“stretching.”

“you said it was good to keep me relaxed, so i don’t get my attacks-”

you tilt your head.

“you mean that hole of yours. you were stretching your hole.”

his back straightens.

“it’s not- ” he stammers. “it’s not like that.”

“it’s exactly like that.”

you stepped towards him slowly, and he backed away until he hit the wall. you leaned down just slightly, and he gulped.

“then let me check.”

he freezes.

“..what?”

“let me check.”

“you don’t have to-” 

“i want to.” you interrupt, softly. “clothes off, on the bed.”

bucky stood there like he was considering bolting out of the house. then his body gives out, his shoulders slumped as he turned to climb onto the bed. it was slow, and awkward, but he slowly shifted into position, like you asked.

his shaky hands pushed the shirt off, and he lays down, facing you, his back arched low, thighs spread, and hole flushed.

you sat down beside him, still fully clothed.

his body was flushed, and trembling slightly. his hole twitched like it knew it was in trouble.

you hadn’t touched him yet.

“you okay?”

“yes.” he whispers.

“good, now hold still.” you grip his ass, and spread him open slowly.

god bucky was so wet it was unbelievable.

“look at that, dripping.” you murmur, dragging a thumb through the slick gathered at his hole.

“i didn’t-”

“you stretched yourself without permission.” you said, dragging your thumb around his rim.

bucky whimpers.

“you don’t get to play with yourself then act innocent after.” you murmur.

“it’s not- i didn’t mean to-”

you pressed your thumb in, just to the first knuckle, and his hips twitched.

“mm, that’s strange. you’re taking my finger like you’re used to it, opened yourself up for me without asking. now i get to see how far you went.” you pushed in a finger slowly, watching the way his body takes it. easy, no resistance, the slick coats your knuckle easily.

“you’re soaked.” you said calmly. “your hole’s fluttering like it’s trying to fuck my fingers.”

“n-no it’s not.”

“still warm, still messy.”

“that’s just how i am, it doesn’t mean anything.”

you removed your thumb, then inserted your index, and middle finger. then you curled your fingers in him, and he whimpers.

“doesn’t mean anything?”

“i didn’t cum, i swear-”

“doesn’t matter.” 

bucky moans, soft, and you feel him clench around your fingers like it’s trying to suck you in deeper.

“you’re so wet, can’t believe you tried to hide this from me.” you sighed. “look at that pretty face, can’t believe you lied to me with those lips of yours.”

“i-i’m sorry, please. just missed you.”

you pressed your fingers all the way in, and curled them slightly just to test him.

“look at you. all opened up, dripping. so when i say your greedy little cunt’s just aching for someone to fill it-”

he whimpers, high, and sharp.

you paused. that wasn’t just a reaction, it was a fucking bodily response.

“what was that?”

bucky doesn’t answer, fuck, he doesn’t even look you in the eye.

“was that just how you are too?”

he shudders all over, face turned to the side.

“n-no. don’t call it that. it’s- it’s not-”

“not a cunt?” you smile.

“oh i see.” you twisted your fingers, not faster, just deeper.

his hole clenches around you, and his back arches pathetically.

“so that’s what it is,” you murmur. “you liked hearing it, you liked it when i called it that.”

bucky shakes his head, but his hips roll towards you.

“no? then why’s your cunt fluttering like it’s starving?”

“oh m- ah, please.” he whines, utterly humiliated.

“say it.”

“huh?”

“what did you touch?”

“i.. touched my hole.”

you curled your fingers around his hip, and squeezed. 

“try again.”

“no.”

“cunt.” you say it again, whispering into his ear.

bucky’s moan breaks. he tries to muffle it again, pressing his face into the pillow on the side, like it’d hide the way his hips grind down on your hand, like it’d stop the tears beading from shame.

you could feel him, clenching greedily.

“say it’s not getting to you,” you murmur. “come on, tell me it’s not making you ache.”

“it’s not- it’s not-”

“then why are you soaking? humping my fingers? shaking like you’ll die if i stopped?”

he sobs once, one sharp gasp. but still, his hips move, slow little ruts, grinding on your palm.

“please, i don’t want it- don’t want to be like this-”

“but you do, you need it. doesn’t matter what you tell yourself, your body’s honest.”

you pressed your fingers in deeper, and curled it just right.

bucky’s legs fell wider open.

“it’s okay, you can hate it, but i’m sure your cunt doesn’t.”

this time, he doesn’t hide it. his moan spills out fully, like he had been waiting to let it go.

“say it.”

“it’s.. it’s my cunt.” it was barely there, like he’s afraid of it.

you drag your fingers in again, deep, slow, and steady, and his whole body bows under the weight of it. he sobs, voice cracking.

“that’s it. say it again.”

“i- i..”

you press your palm to bucky’s hip, rubbing circles gently. your fingers never stopped though.

“you can do it, you already know what it is.”

his hips roll into your hand.

“my.. cunt..” he whimpers again. “f-fuck- my.. my cunt..”

“attaboy.”

bucky’s breathing stutters, and you feel it happen. something in him slipped. his hips stopped jerking, his moans softened. he starts moving without thinking, grinding slow, and mindlessly on your fingers, he was no longer fighting it.

“that’s right, you don’t need to think right now, just let it in.”

“my cunt.” he breathes. “my cunt- m-my cunt-”

it spills from his mouth on loop like a prayer. his eyes were squeezed shut, tears clinging to his lashes. his mouth was parted, pink, and swollen from how hard he bit on them. his cheeks flushed a deep maroon, but you don’t think he even knows anymore, he’s gone.

“such a perfect cunt,” you sigh, kissing his shoulder. “taking my fingers so well, squeezing me like you were meant to be filled.”

”made to be f-filled..” he echoes. “my- made to be.. f-filled.. my cunt..”

“yeah, just like that.” you kept your rhythm slow, and deep.

bucky wasn’t chasing a high anymore, he’s just there, held open, letting you feel him twitch, and clench around your fingers like his body doesn’t remember what it’s like to be empty.

“this is all you need?” you murmur. “your body open, cunt dripping?”

he sighs, smiling dazedly.

“you’re doing so good for me, going to keep you like this for a while, is that okay?”

bucky nods into the sheets, he doesn't even hesitate anymore. he’s limp now, soaked. his hole’s been clenching around your fingers for so long you don’t think he even realises you’re still moving. 

you haven’t changed your rhythm in minutes, you weren’t going faster, or rough, just relentless.

“yours.. yours.. my cunt’s yours..”

he whines at the slow, deep curls of your fingers against his prostate, over, and over again, until it’s raw with sensation, until he starts twitching every time you brush over it.

“come on, say it again.”

“my cunt’s.. yours..”

“louder.”

“my cunt’s yours- fuck. it’s yours, yours-”

“keep grinding for me, yeah?”

and bucky does. his hips rolled down onto your hand like he’s chasing something he doesn’t understand anymore. 

“so deep, so deep, hurts- fuck, but feels good- feels- fuck.”

you stroke over the swollen spot again, and his body jerks.

“it’s okay, let it hurt a little.”

he sobs again. his cock twitches, leaking onto the sheets below him. 

“want to cum.” he slurs.

“i know.”

“please? feels- too good. i’m going to-”

“just a little more.” you murmur sweet praise into his ear, pet his side, rub his hip, let him rock down on your fingers until he’s dripping. you know the way his body’s twitching, you know he’s close. “you’ve been so good, want to cum?”

bucky’s head lifts, just a fraction off the pillow. his glassy eyes blinked like he’s dreaming it.

“y-yeah. please. please, can i-”

“go on.” you lied.

his moan was devastated with relief. he nods quickly, and you curled your fingers, dragging them over his sore, aching prostate.

“cum for me, go on.”

the second the words leave your mouth, he believes them. his breath shatters, and his whole body tenses. he’s right fucking there.

until you pull your fingers out, suddenly, fully.

bucky’s hole spasms, and his voice breaks.

“n-no- no- no no no- fuck, please-”

you reached forward, and grab his cock, tight, firm, right at the base. 

he jerks violently in your grip, body trying to finish, but it can’t. you’re holding him too tight, he can’t move, can’t cum.

“no, not like that.” you said calmly.

“you said- you said-”

“i know what i said.”

bucky tries to writhe, he’s desperate now, humping the air, but your other hand is back at his cunt now, teasing his hole with shallow circles, never giving him what he needs.

“fuck, please. i-i was going to-”

you slipped a finger back in, just one, and barely stroke his cock once, just to feel him twitch.

he moans like he had been gutted.

“please- please, it’s too much..”

“then stop grinding on my fingers.”

bucky couldn’t. his hips kept moving, his hole kept fluttering, and his cock twitches over, and over again in your hand.

“you want to cum that bad?”

“yes- i’ll do a-anything, just please-”

“even let me keep lying to you?”

“let go- fuck, let go-”

you shook your head.

“you can’t- fuck, you said-” his voice breaks, a real sob.

bucky slaps at your wrist, hits your chest with his fist, small, and clumsy.

“hate you.” he growls. “f-fucking hate- mmh, you..”

“no, you’re just mad your cunt didn’t get to cum.”

that breaks him. his face crumples, back arches like he’s trying to pull away, but his hips grind down anyway. he grabs your forearm with both hands, and tries to yank you back in.

“f-fuck me. put them back in- please, please-”

“you’re not.”

“i am- i was-” he thrusts his hips forward again, his cock still jerking in your hand, still trapped in your grip, still blocked. 

you chuckled, and it pisses him the fuck off. 

bucky’s crying so hard, he’s hiccuping. he scrambles up, knees catching on the sheets, fumbling over your thighs.

you don’t stop him, just sat back against the headboard and let him.

“poor thing, got so worked up over a lie.”

he throws himself over your lap like he’s about to punch you, but he can barely get a grip. his palms hit your chest, and just rested there. his hips straddle yours, his cock bumps against his stomach.

“what?” you ask.

bucky’s mouth opens, then his eyes roll back, his lashes flutter, and he passes out right on top of you. face in your chest, mouth slack, breathing hot against your collarbone.

“you were really going to try it, huh?”

he doesn’t answer, just lazily closed his eyes and drooled.

you drag him to the bath like you’re carrying something fragile, and very, very sticky.

bucky’s body flops against your chest, arm loose around your shoulders. his breathing was still slightly uneven, hitching every now, and then. his cock brushes against you as you lower him into the tub, twitching like it knows what it missed.

you take your time with him. you cup a handful of water, and pour it over his chest, then another over his stomach. you clean him slowly, carefully, fingers brushing the slick from between his cheeks, wiping down the tremble of his thighs.

“mmn?”

you feel him twitch.

bucky’s head stirs, and then his eyes snap open. he jerks upright so suddenly you almost drop the sponge you were holding.

“..the fuck?”

his voice was still hoarse, soaked in exhaustion, but he looks pissed. he blinks down, looks at the water, then at the sponge, then at you.

“why are you bathing me?”

“you passed out on top of me.”

“no i didn’t-” he starts, but then stops. 

you could see the realisation hit him. he remembers.

bucky’s body seizes with it, his cunt twitches under the water, his cock pulses, and he slaps a wet hand over his face.

“fuck. i- fuck, i didn’t.”

“nope. you didn’t.”

“you lied to me!”

“you tried to fight me.”

“i meant it!”

you grinned.

“no you didn’t. you fell asleep halfway through yelling at me.”

“i was mad!”

“you were hard.”

“still am!”

you glanced down, and he really was. his cock bobs helplessly in the water, flushed red at the tip. his hole’s still clenching, like it’s trying to pretend it wasn’t just ruined.

“poor stubborn thing.”

bucky glares at you, but it falls apart.

“you said-”

“i know.”

“and i-i wanted-” he chokes. “i was going to- going to get on top, and do it myself-”

“you did.”

“and then i-”

“face-planted.”

bucky sighs in defeat.

you pulled him close, and let him hide in your chest.

“..are you going to let me cum now?”

“we’ll see.”

he whimpers, gives you a weak nudge, and melts.