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Bucky doesn't know exactly how he came across the video.
He only knows that somewhere along the line of him searching for videos where he can pretend it's him pumping loads of cum into you, rather than two nameless, faceless actors, he finds… something else.
It's a normal video at first, named something stupid like slut gets fucked full. Nothing to suggest what really happens.
Bucky's eyes are trained on where the man disappears inside his partner, and he's too busy remembering the last time he got to fuck you raw when the man in the video stills, buried deep inside the woman. It takes Bucky a second to realize what the man in the video is doing. He's— Is he— god.
Bucky almost throws his phone. His hand stops halfway up his dick, mouth hung open listening to the deep groans of the man in the video, the high pitched, pleading whines of the woman, the sick squelching as the man pisses inside her. The sight of it spilling out of her along with the noises just about do him in and he knows he should be ashamed of the way it turns him on.
The first time he rewinds it, he tells himself it's out of curiosity. He wants to know why. Do people actually do that?
The second time is because he can't continue to ignore the way his cock has started begging for attention. He didn't expect to find it as… intriguing as he does. He sure as shit didn't expect it to do what it does to him.
The suggested videos tell Bucky that this is, in fact, something that people do. Hesitantly, he clicks another. And another. At one point he realizes he's started fucking his fist, slowly rolling his fist forward as he watches the truly filthy, debauched sight before him.
Through it all, his mind goes straight to you. It's all he can picture — you, crying on his cock as he splits you open, filling you up with his cum while you still beg for more. The thought of it makes him dizzy — sends his blood rushing straight to his dick until he's cumming harder than he ever has without you, his sticky mess painting his chest and dribbling down his fist.
Bucky revisits the video three times before he finds the nerve to bring it up to you. Each time he cums before the video finishes.
When he finally does approach you it's late in the evening, both of you crawling into bed after a long day. You're settled down, happily opening your phone for your nightly scroll through social media when Bucky sits up.
"Can I… ask you something?" He says, voice soft. You try to meet his eyes but he won't, instead focusing intently on his fingers.
Your interest is piqued. Bucky is almost never shy like this. "You know you can. Anything."
"Okay," he pauses, taking a steadying breath. "I wanted— Shit. I just— I saw this video," Bucky mumbles the last part. You look over at him and he's blushing. Bucky is blushing. "This guy. He— Can't I just show you? Please doll don't make me say it."
A part of you likes seeming him so shy, letting his hair fall forward to cover his face, sneaking sidelong glances. You prop yourself up on an elbow and brush his hair back. "Just tell me baby. It can't be that bad."
Bucky groans, throwing himself back onto the bed and covering his face with his hands. His voice is muffled when he finally says it. "Okay. Okay. The video— it— the guy peed in her during… ya know. And I know it's weird but fuck I can't stop thinking about it and I want to try it. With you."
You're not sure if it's shock or arousal that has you speechless. The guy peed in her. Bucky wants to— Your face heats, and you're silent so long that Bucky finally peeks through his fingers at you and begins to panic at your wide-eyed expression.
Bucky starts to spiral. "I shouldn't have even said anything. Damn it I knew it was weird. I'm so sorry, we can just forget I asked. Please-"
"Okay," you breathe. You don't even remember deciding to speak, but the word comes out anyway. Okay. You'd never even thought about doing anything like what he suggested, but you think you'd do just about anything Bucky asked you too.
He sits back up, staring down at you in wide-eyed disbelief. "Really?"
You nod. "Yes. Yeah let's do it."
The waterproof blanket arrives suspiciously quick. If Bucky wasn't already so nervous, asking you again and again if you were sure, you would have pressed him about when exactly he ordered it. The truth is, you're glad he was overeager. You're as impatient as he is.
The preparation for it wakes something in you that you didn't know existed. You'd be lying if you said watching him chug as much water as he did didn't turn you on. It's the anticipation of it, you tell yourself. It certainly didn't hurt that Bucky was half hard throughout it all. You're choosing to ignore how watching him start to squirm has your panties soaked.
He starts to kiss down your neck and chest, marking a trail down between your legs when you stop him. With a sharp tug to his hair you pull him back up.
"Need you now," you plead.
"Eager, are we?" Bucky teases, a cocky smile directed down at you.
You nudge your leg against him. "Shut up," you say softly, and he chuckles.
Finally he sinks into you and you sigh. The way he stretches you never gets old. You dip your head to suck marks against his neck, leaving marks that you know will disappear before the night is over.
Bucky shudders, thrusting once, twice, before stopping to draw you into a kiss. It's entirely too soft for what 's about to happen, his lips moving sweetly against yours, tongue only just glancing against your bottom lip. You nip his lip and Bucky grins against you.
Slowly, he starts thrusting, looking down to watch where his cock disappears into you. The wet sounds can be heard over your panting breaths, a soft, wet clicking every time he sinks home into you.
"So fucking needy baby. Listen to that. Hear how wet you are? You want this that bad?"
All you can do is nod, breath caught around a moan as he grinds down against you. You spread your legs wider, desperately trying to draw him deeper.
"Beg me for it. C'mon, tell me how bad you want it."
"Bucky!" You whine. "Wanna feel you fill me up, please!"
"With what, baby? Fill you up with what?" Bucky keeps his eyes steady on yours, refusing to let you hide. When he kisses you this time it's filthy, tongue rolling against yours before he pulls away. "Need to hear you say it."
Your face is on fire. You've talked about it, prepared for it, yet saying it aloud still makes your head spin with a mix of arousal and shame. "Wanna feel you fill me up with— want you to piss in me, Bucky, please!"
He answers with a groan and a sharp jerk of his hips. Hearing you say it nearly makes him cum then and there, ruining the night before it even begins. He trembles against you."Say it again," he begs. You can feel his dick throbbing inside you, his arms shake as he holds himself up.
"Want you to let go in me, wanna feel your piss leak out of me," you cry, emboldened by his reaction.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Bucky's hips drive faster, rutting into you like he can't get deep enough, greedy and consuming in how he claws at your back to pull you closer. "Gonna fuck you full of me sweetheart, won't be able to feel anything else."
Finally, Bucky feels his bladder twinge. His thrusts slow until he stops, breath hot against your neck where his head is dipped against you. Bucky tenses with a sharp inhale before he relaxes all at once, a moan sighed against your neck as he lets go inside you.
It hits you with a dizzying rush to the chest. The feeling of him releasing inside you, filling you in a way you don't think you've ever felt, has you pulsing and choking on a moan, mouth hung open and head lolling back. It's hot, scorching, the feeling of his piss as he floods you. It leaks out the sides along his dick and he just keeps going, emptying himself as you
"Holy shit I'm pissing in you. That's so fucking hot oh fuck," he whimpers. Bucky pulls his hips back and his piss rushes out of you. He's still going, stream soaking your lips until he reaches down and directs his it at your clit, panting heavily before he shoves himself back in.
The noises as he starts to fuck you can only be described as obscene. Every time he draws his hips back it gushes out of you with a hiss, squelching as buries himself deep once more.
Eventually the stream stops, and Bucky begins driving into you in earnest. His piss puddles underneath you, his balls splashing into it and slapping against your ass with every thrust. You can hardly catch your breath, rolling your hips up to meet his.
"So fucking wet, fuck. Feel how full you are? You fucking love this, huh? I knew you'd fucking like it, always so needy for me. My cum isn't enough for you, is it? Never is, you always beg for more. Need my piss to fill you up, greedy fucking pussy," Bucky says through clenched teeth.
His words jolt straight to your core. Your legs shake, and before you can warn him you're cumming. You can't think, white light blinding your vision as your pussy pulsates around him. You feel numb, tingly in a way that leaves you aching for more.
Bucky isn't far behind you. His buries himself deep, cumming with a groan as he spills ropes of cum inside you, hips pumping against yours as he tries to push himself deeper. He doesn't think he's ever cum so hard, but the sight of you below him, the mess he made pooling beneath you, has him lost in a haze.
Bucky collapses atop you, both of you sticky and breathless. He tries to kiss you, but you're too boneless for even that. It's a mess of tongue and clinking teeth, panting against each other in an effort to steady your breathing.
A shower will come later. Along with the laundry, and a shy Bucky asking if you're willing to do it again.
With the way you're both shaking, you know it won't be the last time.