To say Bucky was furious, would be an understatement. Not at you, of course, but at every single one of the unappreciative morons that had the privilege of being with a woman like you. He’d rearrange the stars and change the earth’s axis if it meant that you’d be his.
"None of them?!" he asks, appalled.
"Bucky, it's not that big of a deal! A lot of guys don't do it," you reply sheepishly, taking a sip of your water.
You didn't even know how the conversation got here and why you were discussing your never being eaten out with Bucky — your best friend, who you were pining over since you met in college over a decade ago.
But it was. It was a big deal.
None of your ex boyfriends had gone down on you and you'd never found the courage to ask, even though they'd graciously accept the favour from you. It made you feel inadequate, like there was something wrong with you.
Bucky never liked any of the guys you dated for two reasons. One, because they weren't him and two, because they weren't him. But, he knew better. You were his best friend and he'd keep his mouth shut forever if it meant keeping you.
"Those guys are idiots," he declares, leaning back on the couch with his scotch. "Going down on a girl is the first rule of sex. You gotta make her cum with your tongue and fingers before you even think about your dick."
His words sent a flurry of warmth to your face and your... pussy. Bucky was a generous guy, you knew that. Now you knew he was generous overall.
"When's your book coming out, Mister master of sex?" you joke, settling down next to him. "John actually did go down on me once, when we’d first started dating.”
John was your first boyfriend in when you were college. Bucky hated him to the core because he knew John wasn’t good enough for you. He discreetly clenched his jaw at the mention.
“But he said it didn’t taste good?” You continue, slightly embarrassed. “He never tried again and the others didn’t ask. And neither did I, so yeah… here we are!” You finish with a slightly self-depreciative chuckle.
Bucky was practically fuming at this point. How dare these dickwads make you feel any lesser than?
“I’d spend hours making you cum with my mouth if you were mine, Y/N. I’d treat you like the fuckin’ goddess you are.” he says.
“Bucky, please!” You laugh, thinking it’s one of his jokes. You turn to him, looking to spot that playful glimmer in his eyes but all you find is unwavering sincerity. “Buck…”
He inches closer to you and cups your face, your eyes wide from his sudden change in demeanour. “Sweetheart, you tell me no and I’ll leave right now, we can pretend this never happened.” He says gently and you feel you’ll melt from the intensity his eyes were drowning you in. You clutch his wrists as you mumble a feeble “I want this” and his lips finally descend on yours.
You’ve always dreamt what it would be like to finally kiss the man of your dreams and from the way he’s devouring your mouth, you can tell he’s wanted this for a while too. You moan and whine into his mouth as his tongue finds its way into yours. The kiss is fervent, hot and somehow precise and sloppy at the same time. Bucky sure knew what he was doing.
Pulling away for a brief second, he tucks your hair behind your ears and kisses your forehead. He notices your kiss-swollen lips and tries his best to hold back a smirk.
"You gonna let me take care of you, sweetheart?"
"Fuck, Jamie, Oh!" you scream, your fingers digging into his scalp as your legs threaten to close around his head. He'd be more than happy to go out that way.
His tongue was simply... magic.
He licks a stripe from your clenching hole up to your clit, the sound of his tongue colliding with your abundant wetness echoing off the walls. He suckles the swollen bud greedily, bringing his fingers up to part your petals.
"Taste like fuckin' honey, baby. God, could drink you up for hours," he mumbles against your heat. How was he so good at everything with his mouth?
You feel a familiar heat creep up down there and you're surprised that for the first time, it isn't yourself who's brought it upon.
He spreads your legs a little wider and grips your thighs tight to stop them from closing. He pierces your hole with his tongue, the muscle stroking your walls in a way you've never experienced before. He slips two fingers in and twists them skillfully hitting that spongy spot, making you cry out.
"Attagirl,"
He continues to twist and turn his fingers like he's practically controlling your body.
"Jamie, I'm gonna c-cum-," you stutter.
"Go 'head, baby. Let go for me."
And you do.
Your body tenses up as the sensation crawls up your nerves and into your bloodstream. It spreads like wildfire and you can't control your hips from bucking against his face. He's more than happy to drown in your essence.
Your back arches up as though you were a gymnast and he trails his flesh hand up your body to squeeze your breast, amplifying the sensation.
Once you're sated, he climbs up your naked body, a stark contrast to his fully clothed one. He kisses you languidly, admiring how fucked out and beautiful you look like this.
"You okay?"
"Y-yeah... I'm so okay... " you say giddily, trailing a finger over his lips.
"Great, sweetheart," he chuckles. "Cause I'm nowhere near done eating my new favorite meal."