You Can't Just Fingerfuck Someone In The Middle Of a Movie
“Hnnn, Bucky, you can’t be–oh ghhhhhod,” you slurred, anchoring your hands in his hair. Why’d you wear a skirt? You were going to get caught.
Halfway through the movie you two had decided to see, Bucky decided that he’d rather spend his time doing other things. Namely, getting you off. He started by whispering everything he wanted to do to you in your ear as you tried to focus on the movie. Then, his lips were on your neck, and the second you let out a moan, laughing softly, he took it as permission to get between your legs.
You thanked your lucky stars that no one else was in the theater as he knelt in front of you, pressing gentle kisses to your inner thighs as he pumped you with his fingers. His thumb flicked over your clit and your body spasmed. Consequentially, you yanked hard on his hair and he groaned.
You started to mumble words of how he should stop before you got caught. Though when he started rubbing your clit in slow circles as he scissored his middle and index fingers inside you, your words were completely lost. His mouth moved up to your belly, pressing soft kisses to the soft skin, whispering that this was so much more fun than the movie. There was a sudden absence of his mouth where it just was.
Then his lips were around your clit. You let out a whine, fisting your hands into his hands and managing, somehow, to stammer, “H-harder.”
He was sucking on your clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. He was making a come-hither motion with his fingers inside you, brushing over your g-spot. And he was doing all of this in public.
“Nnngg, I’m close,” you whispered.
“Я бы надеюсь на это,” he muttered against you.
With that, your orgasm hit you like a train. He managed to pull it out for as long as possible. When you were done, you slumped back in your chair, breathing hard. “I cannot believe you!” you said, laughing.
“What, that wasn’t good enough?” He smirked cockily, sitting back in his seat.
“No, you just fingered me in a movie theater!” you said in a more hushed tone. You didn’t know why, no one else was in there.
“That is true,” he said matteroffactly.
"You can’t just fingerfuck someone in the middle of a movie!"
"What do you mean? I just did! Now, do you want to finish this–” He motioned to the movie, “–or bail and go back home and finish this?” He motioned to you and him.
You sighed, standing and grabbing him by the hand. He kissed you on the cheek as the two of you walked out. “I knew it.”