#thinking bucky thoughts

[precious-little-scoundrel]

i hope u know u have destroyed me w ur description of major cleven back there and i expect every detail of major egan’s as well now

P.S CLEVEN SO IS A SPLUTTER

Long love our gushing little eager sprinkler Cleven!

Now, on to Major John Egan who will definitely blush up to his ears regarding what I shall relay over the covers of this our sleepover, but who will nonetheless be tuned in with unabashed curiosity to hear what we make of him and to catch -he dearly hopes- some word of admiration and applause for his pleasing proportions…

Cock-versations: John “Bucky” Egan edition

nsfw (AF!) under the cut:

So we’ve talked about Gale Cleven and his ken doll perfect silicon-esque, beauty pageant pretty cock, how it’s shaped and sized as if to be a dildo, as immaculate as that face he possesses, feels a little otherworldly to be even dealing with it kinda cock.

But Bucky? Oh that’s no cherub for you, that’s a salt of the earth man.

Where Gale Cleven’s appendage could get passed up in a line up of fakes as another perfect fake, there’s something to be said about a cock so singular, rugged and wonderfully human there’s no doubting it’s a genuine -if utterly shocking- article.

If Gale Cleven is a renaissance pillar, John Egan is a gnarled oak tree.

Hear me out:

For one: The sheer size. Tree-worthy, a mighty oak, a stalwart redwood, a hardened maple. But also, a tad bent, and curving up, partly because all that length must go somewhere. And oh -trust me, there’s length. But there’s also girth. But here’s what’s funny, my sweets, length and girth as we have said but were you to lay this cock next to say, bratwurst or the average petite pubic bone, you might be a little shocked by just how large it is. Because when seen in the wild, seen at liberty, attached to the man himself, it appears deceivingly moderate.

It’s the opposite of Cleven’s slim hips and jutting pillar illusion. Instead, with Bucky you’ve got mighty thighs and a huge torso and broad shoulders that could carry the globe. You would be forgiven for thinking he’s nicely equipped while not rightfully proportioning it to you, to the rest of us mortals.

Taken alone or…into oneself, you suddenly realize you’re riding a telephone pole and…now we are back to the tree imagery again. Huge, bent a bit, a tendency to grow and throb the harder he gets, but most of all -we all know and love that very special vein running along the underside of a dick. But for Egan? That whole vein is an extra ridge, like a three leaf clover cock sorta thing: if you’ve seen one you never forget it, and when I tell you it rubs your stretched little rim to madness with it’s extra ridge, I’m not using hyperbole.

Closing thoughts: less of a bright Barbie pink tip like Cleven’s and more of a constant pretty multi shade of purples, all along, sack and all. shockingly huge balls to go with it, even deeper plummy shade for these. perhaps the hottest and warmest cum blast you’ve ever felt, those swimmers have been sheltered and simmered in between those thighs waiting just for you, after all.

[blurredcolour]

These Protective!Bucky asks are making me lose my mind. We know reader can take care of herself but shit is out of control. My mom always tells me (somewhat) jokingly if I die before her she’ll kill me lol. I have this vision that either on base or in the air, reader is in a serious enough situation that when Bucky returns she’s been sedated. When she wakes up he looks horrid and says to her, “Christ honey, I think I need to remind you if you die before me, I’ll kill ya.” (Later she finds out while she was unconscious that the doctors were somewhat seriously considering sedating Bucky just for some goddamn peace).

Oops my fingers slipped and you got a whole thing

Warnings: blood, reader injury, angst, hospital setting

Bucky sees the red flares from your fort as it nears the runway and dashes down the stairs to his jeep

Tails the ambulance out to your hard stand, stomach plummeting to see that it’s you the crew is sliding out of the hatch onto the waiting stretcher

There’s so much blood, across your face, down your neck, soaked through the bandages around your head

“What the hell happened?!” He snaps at the nearest crew member

“Took some flack near her position, sent her flying back into the radio equipment…she’s been out cold ever since”

“Shit” he hisses and jumps back into the jeep, practically racing the ambulance to the hospital

They’ve got you in triage, behind privacy screens, and he’s pacing back and forth like a caged lion

Reaches one edge of the bed frame before swinging his head back to retrace his steps, practically wearing a hole in the floor

“Major…” the doctor startles him out of his inner turmoil and he looks up sharply

“We’ve got the wound stitched closed, I do not feel comfortable transferring her until she regains consciousness, but the rest of her vitals are good thus far”

“When will she wake up?” Bucky asks

“We don’t know when, or if, that will happen, Major, head wounds are a tricky business. We just have to wait and see.”

So Bucky pulls up a chair to do just that, hands buried in his hair as he sits at your bedside for what seems like hours

You look so fragile in the hospital bed, a stripe of your hair shorn away so they could stitch your scalp laceration

Eventually feels a stirring of your fingers clasped in his hand, the change in your breathing

“Bucky?” You wheezed, obviously confused to see him, to be where you are

“Christ, honey. I think I need to remind you, if you die before me-”

“You’ll kill me, I know…has Meatball been gnawing at your hair, hon?” You tease, lifting an abnormally heavy limb to ruffle his curls

“You should see what they did to yours” he tries to joke back but his voice comes out fractured and he presses his face to your abdomen, shoulders shaking with the effort to restrain the emotions trying to break free

“Shhh John, I’m here, I’m alive”

“You’re gonna stay that way, goddamnit. I’m gonna see to it personally, even if it kills me”

[sagesolsticewrites]

FRIENDS! COUNTRYMEN! FELLOW BUCKY LOVERS!

The Bucky Fic™️ is scheduled to post tomorrow (2/21) at 10am 👀

In the meantime, everyone go read @blurredcolour’s Trust fic/literal masterpiece! (and thank me later 😇)

[bucklikethedollar]

idk how to say this without sounding really boomer-ey, but like, what happened to horror content for kids? maybe i’m using the word “horror” a little liberally but i remember when i was a kid there was SO much out there that existed solely for the purpose of scaring kids in a safe, fun, age-appropriate way. just off the top of my head there’s goosebumps, scary stories to tell in the dark, tales from the crypt (little before my time though), coraline, mirror mask, monster house, dark crystal (more incidentally scary but w/e), even courage the cowardly dog; all these really fantastic books and shows and movies that let kids explore being scared on their own terms.

now there’s idk, those new addams family movies? but those aren’t really scary.

i see people talking about the “kid-ification” of horror games and i can’t help but wonder if part of the reason kids latch onto that stuff so much now is because there’s nowhere else for them to experience healthy, safe fear. a little kid wants to get the thrill of being scared, but their parents won’t let them watch any actual horror movies, so they go on youtube and what do you know, there’s markiplier playing another cheap horror game set in a toy store or whatever, and now that kid’s fear quota is being met. (obviously there’s more to it than that, but it’s a theory i have)

this like, doesn’t really matter probably but idk, i feel bad that ~kids these days~ aren’t getting the experience of something scary made specifically for them with their genuine enjoyment in mind, rather than whatever the next fnaf ripoff is that just wants to sell them merch. being a kid and watching a well-made scary movie feels like you’re finally being taken seriously; you’re not being babied or coddled, you’re being trusted to face the skeksis and the other mother and the nebbercracker house and not back down. i wish people were still making media that respected kids that much.

[deafening-radio-silence]

I think that Dr. Christina "I was an excellent soldier" Raynor needs to deal with some personal things before she's anyone's therapist, because she strong-armed more of Bucky's autonomy away from him than Zemo did within the series.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I'm thinking about Steve's memory and the fandom's popular perception of it tonight:

Like, okay, if the serum gave Steve a "perfect," eidetic memory (or even hyperthymesia) are we assuming it only includes his memories post-serum or it retroactively affects all his memories, including pre-serum memories?

(x)

(Because it's not like we can ask someone who suddenly developed an eidetic memory, an eidetic memory is something you're born with, so... Steve's sudden development of an improved memory is another thing he, alone, would experience.)

For example, I have seen--and I have also absolutely written myself, too--that Steve remembers Bucky's face with perfect recollection and can draw him from before the war. So, in theory, Steve could, if it weren't so painful, draw Bucky purely from memory when he's fresh out of the ice before he discovers that Bucky is still alive.

However... if he can draw Bucky from memory, why? How? It could be because he was gazing at Bucky so often, rather than his memories being retroactively changed/strengthened. But maybe it's not because he was looking at Bucky so often that he would've remembered him anyway, without an improved memory. It could be because of his altered memory capacity.

A further thought--what if Steve (maybe just the MCU version of Steve) doesn't actually have hyperthymesia or an eidetic memory? What if what Steve's experience of having an improved memory is really the lack of having brain fog? His memory just functions normally, perhaps better than average, but not exactly eidetic, since brain fog would probably have been all too common for Steve among his illnesses and underlying chronic pain exhausting his body and mind.

[johnslittlespoon]

plsssss can we talk about bucky getting his revenge and edging gale

gale edging john post | yes we cannnnn !! eta: ykw. i need to just turn this into a proper oneshot since this ended up being over 1k words. new wip created </3

john may be a man of little self control, but after that incident, he decides he can be at least a tiny bit patient so he can catch gale off guard with it when he gets his revenge. because the next few times they're fooling around, gale's expecting a retaliation, john can see it in the way he tenses up and glances at his face before he comes like he's waiting for it, but john never follows through with it. he wants gale to let his guard down, and that he does.

so a week or so later when john's kissing him and feeling him up and asks ever so sweetly if he can tie gale's wrists behind his back, gale doesn't think anything of it. john likes to take control occasionally and gale sometimes likes the feeling of not having to worry about making decisions, getting to let john call the shots, and john always puts extra time and effort into the way he touches gale when he's restrained because he likes to watch his darling blondie squirm.

john has him sit in his lap facing him, letting gale lean against his shoulder to take the pressure off his legs while john works him open on his fingers, already riled up from the pretty gasps gale's making against his neck but reigning himself in because he's gonna need to have some self control for once.

he sweet–talks gale through it, telling him how good he sounds, how well he's doing as he sinks down on his cock, guiding him with hands on his hips so he doesn't unbalance himself without the use of his own hands where they're tied behind his back with a belt. he stays still at first, letting gale ride him slowly, keeping his hands loosely on his waist while praising him and talking him into that foggy needy headspace until gale's thighs are trembling and john takes pity on him (and frankly is so hard he doesn't have the patience to keep his own hips still anymore).

so he runs his hands down from gale's waist to his ass to hold him in place while he rolls his hips up into him, watching the way gale's eyebrows pinch and his pretty lips fall open in a silent oh as john angles himself in a way gale couldn't with his own movements. lets his mouth run as he slowly picks up his pace, all the coos of "so pretty", "you're taking me so well", "you feel so fucking good", loving how reactive gale is to every word and every thrust.

he moves his hands to gale's hips to get a better grip, can tell gale's getting close because he gets noisier, losing his filter and letting out breathy little "fuck"s and "john"s, head rolling back on his shoulders to bare his neck, rocking his hips down to meet john every time he fucks up into him. and then just as he gets the warning of "close", he pulls gale down by his hips to bury himself deep in him and stops moving completely.

the whine of desperation that tears out of gale's throat when he lifts his head has john knocking his skull back against the wall, cock twitching hard enough inside gale that he's sure the blond can feel it. he watches gale's biceps flex when he instinctively tries to get his hands free, feels his hips try to squirm out of his hands to keep moving, but he keeps him pinned firmly down, dizzy at the way he clenches down around him.

a plaintive "john" pulls a groan from him, but he composes himself, lifts his gaze back up to gale's face and lets the corners of his lips quirk up, purrs out a "yeah, sweetheart? something wrong?"

laughs at the way gale cusses him out, a rare sight of his little spitfire with a mouth on him, though the effect is a lot closer to being hissed at by a kitty than actually being convinced to move. john lets him run his mouth, murmurs a "cute" once gale's done, and then promptly hammers his hips up into him just once, swearing under his breath at the way it punches an open–mouthed moan from gale. rocks his hips up into him a few times before going back to a quick and rough pace, the sound of skin on skin getting both of them flushed.

it only takes a minute before gale's hips are twitching into his hands and whispered pleas are falling from his mouth and john thinks he's never had to use as much self restraint in his life as he does when he forces himself to stop moving again, once again yanking gale down against him, holding him still in his lap.

gale really fights it this time, enough so that it's a merciful distraction for john from how close he himself is (trust his idea to backfire as he ends up edging himself along with gale, he thinks) when he has to use proper strength to keep him in place. any blood that might've still been lurking around his brain rushes south the moment he sees gale's eyes getting shiny with frustration, cheeks all pink and lips red and flushed from biting down on them.

"not so fun, is it?" john taunts, but his voice comes out a bit more raspy than he would've liked, evident how much the stop and start is getting to him too. it's probably karma, because he knows he's being more mean than gale was to him, but he can't help it; those blue eyes look so pretty when tears are threatening to spill over when he's desperate and needy like this.

gale wriggles in his lap the best he can, still furiously chasing his orgasm, head finally falling back in frustration before he lifts it again, looking john in the eyes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. he whines quietly and whimpers out the sweetest "please, johnny," almost crying in his impatience, and fuck.

john doesn't mean for his hips to twitch up at that, but they do, hard. gale sobs out a broken sound at the way john's cock hits just where he needs it to in his accidental movement, and gale spills over his stomach completely untouched, just like that. john swears and drives his hips up into him in an attempt to quickly amend his slip up, moaning loud at the wrecked noises that immediately start bubbling up out of gale as he fucks him through his orgasm.

he tips over the edge himself from the desperate sounds the blond starts to make as he crosses the line into overstimulation, feeling gale's hips jerk frantically in his hands, fighting to get away from the incessant rhythm of his cock inside him as john shudders through his own orgasm, fingers digging into gale's sides.

he slows down to a gentle grind of his hips when gale collapses against his chest, face pressed to his neck, shivering at the slow drag inside him and whining pitifully when john eventually pulls out, settling him down on his thighs while he reaches around to undo the belt and free his hands. his heart bursts at the way gale instantly wraps his arms around him, clinging to him as they both catch their breath, john petting his hair and showering him with praise.

he eventually huffs out a laugh, murmuring a "sorry buck. payback's a bitch, but that was an accident, i swear." gale groans against him in complaint, lightly nipping at his shoulder in retaliation, too tired to fight back, but john's sure he'll pay for it eventually.

it's confirmed with the "better watch your back, darling" that he gets when they're both pulling their clothes back on, but to john, that sounds less like a threat and more like a good time, and he shoots gale a crooked grin to let him know as much.

[marvel-lous-guy]

Peter: CAN YOU HEAR ME!? GUYS! I'M STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR!

Friday: Peter, 'guys' is a gendered pronoun, I would recommend an alternative term like 'folks', 'team', 'crew' or 'everyone' as to not offend or cause discomfort to members of the team

Peter: FOLKS! I'M STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR!

[luvrxbunny]

imagine sucking a guy off while he’s standing but his knees give out

omfg

[winterdadandspiderson]

WINTERDAD AU #1

(part one because this got way too long. this is essentially the plot of an old fic i started back in 2020 and what would've happened of i'd continued it. i might try and write it again one day, perhaps, if i don't give up after 2 chapters. anyway here we go)

- mary parker was a shield agent when she met the winter soldier, both were on a mission. they fought, but never got as far as mortally wounding each other. mary would always slip away. it was like a game. bucky had been kept out the ice for a few weeks at that point, running a long job. but the longer he's out, the more he starts to remember little pieces, who he used to be.

- mary feels pity for him, seeing through the stone cold image hydra forged for him, to the person within. they fight. but then they also talk. they keep seeing each other while bucky scouts. eventually one thing leads to another and they develop a relationship of sorts. 

- mary later discovers she's pregnant but bucky never finds out. he's taken back, wiped and put under the ice once more. mary quits her job at shield so she can provide for her kid and keep them safe. knowing full well if anyone in shield or hydra caught wind that she was carrying the winter soldiers child, they'd never be safe.

- she's sad that bucky disappeared again, she knows hydra likely had him wiped and iced again. but she moves on, meeting richard soon after who she tells she's expecting a son, that the father disappeared without a word (technically not a lie) he tells her he'll love him like he's his regardless.

- when her son is born she names him peter james parker (during the few weeks they met, the last time they talked, bucky ended up remembering his first name, mary wanted peter to have at least a piece of him)

- peter ends up looking a LOT like bucky. he has the same shade of dark brown hair, facial structure which shows as he grows. but he has mary's eyes)

- the plane crash was really just an unfortunate incident. peter still goes to live with aunt may and uncle ben when he's seven. and then things go as they usually do in canon. the avengers form, yada yada all that stuff, you know the drill.

- when he's 14 peter is bitten by the radioactive spider. BUT. an important detail here is that due to the expiermentation bucky was subjected to by hydra and the enhancements which altered his genes, some of that, though remaining dormant, passed onto peter. but it didn't really do anything, it was just there. but it did keep him alive after the spider bite. without those enhancements in his blood peter would've died. instead, he gained his powers.

- uncle ben still gets shot, which as usual influences peter to become spider-man. and months after tony still comes along and recruits him to fight in germany. peter does.

- when he briefly faces bucky ("you have a metal arm? that is AWESOME, dude!") neither know so that also goes as normal. bucky is bewhildered by the kid who managed to block a hit with so much force behind it, while also shocked to know that he was just that, a kid.

- now one vastly different thing here is that while the avengers do split for a good year, steve and tony eventually talk and make amends. the avengers reassemble, deciding that they need to put the world before their feud. they're not on super good terms, but they tolerate each other. tony still refuses to forgive bucky.

- homecoming happens during the time where things are still rocky between the avengers so peter still deals with vulture alone. but he does see tony more often, stopping by for lab days to work on his suit among other things, to keep up the "internship" charade. tony grows fond of him, though he doesn't admit it.

its post homecoming where things start to go wrong.

[montanabohemian]

since i'm back in my stucky feels, i just need to know why they chose "it's been a long long time" to reintroduce bucky to steve. i mean what in the actual fuck were they thinking if they didn't want us to be absolutely unhinged about them?

[precious-little-scoundrel]

HOW big is egan. i want numbers

A lady would never kiss and choke and tell. But may I direct you to the produce aisle and suggest you contemplate the most mature cucumber you can find?

[blurredcolour]

I will never emotionally recover from Part Five so instead I’ve chosen to think about the masterpiece that is Trust pt. 2 (seriously top to bottom it was fantastic, truly) and the idea of Bucky “taking care of himself.” Reader is a stronger person than me because if he’d said that, with me knowing it is ME he is likely going to be thinking about, I’d simply evaporate on the spot.

Goodness gracious nonny this ask has truly sent me down the garden path. Nothing but a filthy headcannon under the cut, but after all, Sundays are for smut.

Warnings: Language, Smoking, Mature/Explicit Themes [male masturbation] - 18+ ONLY

Bucky watches you dash off into the night before slowly making his way towards his hut, smoking a cigarette

Can still smell you on his clothes, its doing nothing to ease the aching need in his lower belly

Grabs his shower kit, optimistic that most of the men will still be at the dance

His hopes are confirmed when he finds the shower hut empty, turning the lock on the door behind him

Smirks at the smudges of your lipstick on his throat as he glances in one of the mirrors above the sinks

Strips slowly as he waits for the water to run warm, stepping beneath the spray

Is torn between drawing it out; making the pleasure last, and just giving into it; letting it overtake him

Steps beneath the warm stream of water, bracing one hand against the tile of the wall, letting the other run down his chest, his stomach

Thinks of the way your body felt pressed against his, the delicious noises that fell from your lips

The alluring dampness that soaked through the fabric of his pant leg where you’d straddled his thigh

Wraps his fingers around his length with a throaty moan and it’s no longer a question of making it last as he begins sharp, twisting strokes

Sighs your name as he presses his forehead against his bicep, bucking his hips in time with the rhythm of his fist, clenching his eyes tight as his thoughts drift to the way your soft hands might feel on his most sensitive flesh

Bucky’s toes dig into the tile floor as his pace quickens, panting thickly into the steam that is accumulating around him

“ah…f…fuck…” he grunts harshly, the muscles of his lower abdomen jumping erratically as he begins to lose his tempo

Shifting his thumb to circle his sensitive tip is all it takes for his orgasm to rip through him, spilling his release over his fist and onto the shower wall

Grins lazily against his arm as he cups his hand under the stream of water before splashing it against the wall to rinse it clean, leisurely finishing up his shower before crawling into bed for some remarkably restful sleep

[mondritter]

You know, it's nice to see that I'm not the only one who felt... uneasy(?) about Buckynat getting back together after a decade 🙃

I mean I'm glad, the war is over (permanently I hope FGS), it's been so long but I DON'T LIKE THAT IT WAS WITH THOSE WRITERS and all the circumstances were... Weird and out of the blue? A bit sudden because in Cold War nothing relevant happened... And in Thunderbolts most of the same imo.

I mean why JUST NOW Nat finally decided to go back to him? I want to know her motivations, her thoughts, she's been through so much since The Widow Hunt and yet we don't really know what she thinks about it all.

And apparently those writers are going to write more stuff about them(?)

Look, I would love for an ongoing (I'm a bit tired of minis) for either Bucky or Nat or both separately, with recurring appearances of them in each other's run, appearing at crucial moments, as a cameo or a mention, so that they can be their own characters and not have to be tied to each other, and the reason I wouldn't want a run of the two of them together is because I think there are really very few writers who could handle them both well at the same time.

And I get the impression that if what it turns out those writers are hinting at is a Nat AND Bucky comic, they will end up using her as just a romantic interest and I don't like it at all.

I think I've already commented that I haven't liked how they've written Bucky since Devil's Reign, which happened 2 years ago and so far they haven't given me a reason to change my opinion, if they haven't been able to give a good writing to Bucky which is supposed to have been their main character, most likely they'll end up doing something worse with Nat 😭😭😭

It's as if we can never take a break 😂😭🫠

Well, I just wanted to get this off my chest to see if I could finally calm down a bit LMAO

I can only continue to pray for the miracle of Marjorie Liu writing them both because she is my personal favorite and one of the few I think can put them in a good place 🫡

[bucklikethedollar]

sorry to classic rock post again but i truly believe that if led zeppelin had made a high fantasy rock opera movie it would’ve unlocked some sort of idyllic utopia. we have the wall, we have tommy, they should’ve completed the trifecta. give me a don bluth lord of the rings movie scored by zeppelin or give me death.

[becca-e-barnes]

It's been a really busy week so I'm just going to indulge myself and talk about exactly what I'd love to be doing rn with CEO!Bucky

When I imagine CEO scenarios though, I don't think of the reader as his assistant or an intern. Maybe the CEO and his comms director. Someone he considers an equal because I think that's a hell of a lot more sexy and still has a power imbalance 🥵

He knows you're incredibly capable. He knows you've got more drive than anyone else in the company. He knows you've spent years pushing yourself to get to where you are and you're determined to keep climbing.

But at the same time; it's nice to get a break from that too. Sometimes it's nice to just be tossed around and given orders. You get to switch your brain off and give in to whatever feels good.

And that's how you found your knees hitting the plush grey carpet of the CEO's office on a Friday afternoon.

"Good girl. So fucking pretty." Bucky's hand on your chin directs your face upwards. He's continuing the task you started a few minutes prior; stroking his own cock at a leisurely place and enjoying the sight of you in front of him with your blouse missing the top few buttons.

There's nothing else you'd rather be doing right now. There's no other release that lets you unwind like this. You don't have to think about anything other than the glossy bead of precum gathering on the tip of your boss' dick and the way that even the sight of it makes your mouth water.

His other hand is still holding your chin but you don't want to just watch when you can do so much more than that. You lean over, taking the head of his cock in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the very tip to lap up the precum you've been craving.

Your hand replaces his, jerking his length slowly with a measured pressure while your tongue swirls, keenly licking away any fresh evidence of his arousal.

"Fuck." He groans, melting into your eagerness. He's had a long week too. You know he needs this as much as you do but he's just as respectful as ever, conscious not to press himself into your waiting mouth.

"I bet you're wet already, aren't you? You look like such a sweetheart. No one would ever guess that you get off on sucking my cock. I bet everyone thinks you're so innocent but they don't get to feel the way you drip down your own thighs after you swallow my cum." You imagine that mouth of his has got him in plenty of trouble over the years but fuck, you love it. You swear he could probably get you off just by talking to you.

You hum happily, taking as much of his length into your mouth as you can manage, wincing slightly the first time his tip nudges the back of your throat. Your flat tongue rolls against the underside of his length, your hand cupping his balls and you feel his palm settle on the back of his head.

"You're so fucking keen." His blunt fingernails scratch gently against the nape of your neck and it feels like such a tender gesture. You get to be unashamed of how keen you are with him. There's no embarrassment or reservation. You don't have to hold yourself back to save face and it's refreshing to want someone this much.

You head bobs on his length, your lips forming a perfect tight ring and every now and again, you're rewarded with the sharpness of some fresh precum smeared onto your tongue.

"You should slow down, sweetheart. I don't want to finish yet." His voice is a little strained and it's beautiful. Now you're torn though. You don't want this to end but you're desperate to feel hot ropes of his cum splash over your waiting tongue and across your face.

Somewhat selfishly, you do as you're told. Your body reminds you of your own desperation and you don't want to ruin your chances of getting bent over that desk.