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Being a camboy isn’t the most conventional of professions, which is why Bucky had been hesitant to tell you about what he did for a living at first. The few dates that Steve had set up for him never went anywhere, so he thought it would be the same with you.
However, you were clearly dead set on proving him wrong. You lured him in with your honeyed voice, your teasing lilt that has his heart somersaulting in his chest, and a kick-ass personality that keeps him on his toes. He hasn’t looked at anyone else ever since.
With the understanding that this thing with you was going somewhere (hopefully for a long time), Bucky knew it was time to confess to you what he really did for money. It’s not as if he’s ashamed of it — far from it, in fact. He has amassed millions of subscribers on his account, fans who lavished him with words of affirmation and gifts.
Given the situation, you were as understanding as you could be. Still, he couldn't have guessed what would come his way.
Unsurprisingly, you were surprised, but there was no judgment in your voice. Only acceptance. The only boundary that you drew was that you weren’t comfortable with him making content with anyone else. It had been an easy decision: he couldn’t even get hard with anyone else, let alone work with them. When he had determined that he was in this with you for the long run, he cancelled all of his upcoming collaborations. Instead, he stuck to solo sessions that have fueled his channel this far.
Moving in together had been another easy call for the two of you. You opted to move into Bucky’s home considering the ample amount of space. Not to mention, he still has his filming room set up separately from your shared bedroom, which is perfect. He tries not to go live when you’re around, preferring to draw the line between his personal sex life (which is still incredibly active) and his professional life.
Since you were out with friends tonight, he scheduled a live, which had already garnered hundreds of thousands of eyes.
It’s still hard to believe that this many people want to watch him. The channel does wonders for his ego.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he fucks into his fist, the lube squelching between his fingers as he leans back against the headrest of his chair. The mask shifts slightly on his face and he subtly adjusts it and runs his free hand down his chiseled chest.
He usually has a picture of you — this time, it’s one he had taken months ago when you had thrown on a piece of fabric that could barely count as underwear. Your arm wrapped around your tits as you looked up shyly at him. A temptress. You knew exactly what you were doing when you threw that innocently sultry gaze at him.
“So fucking tight, baby, your cunt. Christ,” he mutters. “Feels so good. Wrapped around my cock. So wet, so tight. This pussy is mine, sweetheart.”
The chat is going wild. He knows they like it when he narrates his thoughts, what he would say to you in real life if you were here, if he were sliding his cock inside of you. They had been incredibly supportive when he announced that he got a girlfriend and would no longer be doing collaborations with other creators. In fact, they think his videos have only gotten better.
It’s easy when he’s imagining screwing the brains out of the woman he worships.
However, his trance is broken when he hears the doorknob twist. He freezes, head immediately whipping towards the door slowly creaking open.
There you stand in a red dress draped over your body like a second skin, too much of your legs exposed underneath that tiny skirt that barely covers your ass, your gorgeous breasts pushed up together into the top, where he sees your mouthwatering cleavage.
He nearly didn’t let you out of the house earlier, and now he remembers why. He makes a mental note to get you to dress up like this again, preferably when it’s just the two of you and he can pin you down and fuck you stupid.
“Baby,” you whisper as you stumble in, nearly a whine as you look at him.
“Uh, shit, I’ll be right back.” Bucky quickly says to his chat, releasing his cock and quickly tapping the buttons to mute and hide his video. “Sweetheart, you’re back early,” he says as he quickly moves towards you, catching you before you can trip over the carpet.
“Mmm,” you hum, lips stretching into a lazy smile and gaze trailing along his naked, fit figure, “missed you. I couldn’t stop thinking about sucking you off.”
Bucky freezes, his mind and cock at war. It’s nice to know that you were thinking about his dick while you were out with friends. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m tipsy,” you correct him with a frown, “perfectly aware of what I’m doing.”
“You need to sleep.”
“I need your cock.”
Fuck. How is he supposed to say no to that? You know you’ve won when Bucky doesn’t offer another alternative. The corners of your lips quirk into a wicked smirk as you push him back towards the desk. Bucky’s eyes fall to your lips, painted red. He imagines a ring of your lipstick around his cock and immediately groans. Who is he to deny his beautiful girlfriend?
“Let me stop my live first,” he says, hissing towards the end when your fingers wrap around his girth. They barely circle all the way, the sight is more enticing than it should be.
“Mmm, you’re working,” you note as your eyes wander to the screen still flickering with the onslaught of messages. “I can help you work.”
Bucky cocks a questioning brow. “What do you mean?”
“You haven’t fucked anyone live in a while, right? Bet your subscribers miss that kind of content. I could help you out.”
Shit. Of course, he has thought of the possibility but he hates the idea of everyone knowing who you are, knowing what you look like underneath all your pretty little dresses. That would mean sharing you with the world and sue him, he’s an insatiable man when it comes to you.
Then again, the idea that it’s only him — and it will only ever be him — that gets to have you has him twitching in your grip.
You clearly notice because you beam proudly at him. “What do you say, Buck? Shall we give them a show?”
Again, Bucky’s never been good at saying no to you. He reaches into his drawer and pulls out a clean blindfold. “Don’t want anyone seeing your full, pretty face, honey. Let me put this on you.” You hum, pleased with yourself when Bucky ties the string around the back of your head. “Good?” Nod. “You sure about this?” Another nod. “Safe word?”
“Macaroni.”
Bucky’s lips twitch into a smile. “Alright, then let’s play. Remember the rules?”
You nod eagerly, a good test of the blindfold on your face when he fucks you later. “Mhmm, no real names. I need to listen to you. Safe word or three taps if I want to stop.”
“Good girl.”
You blindly but giddily follow him as he takes you towards the desk. The chat is still streaming live messages, mostly questions of why he disappeared. He positions you on his lap, your body melting back against his. Your back is pressed against his very firm front and his arms immediately circle your waist.
Bucky leans over slightly to click around and check the video preview, ensuring everything looks good before he turns the video back on. “Sorry about that, everyone. I’ve got a special guest with me here today.”
The metaphorical ooh’s and aah’s fill his screen, many questions seeking confirmation that Bucky is officially introducing his girlfriend to his other world. He feels his chest puff out proudly when he sees people compliment you.
“Everybody, please welcome my gorgeous, gorgeous girlfriend.” He offers a devious smile at the camera, hand reaching up to cup your jaw and turn your face so he can crash his lips against yours.
He swallows your little moans as your mouths move in sync. You taste sweet, like those sugary cocktails you drink. God knows how many you’ve had. Your lips are soft and plush against his. If he had the choice, he’d just kiss you all night, keeping you trapped against him — but that’s not what you or the audience want.
When he pulls away, you chase after him with puckered lips and pout when he doesn’t give in. A brat, he thinks to himself with a grin.
“She was out with friends all night looking unbelievably sexy,” he says and rubs his hands up your sides. “But she came home to me because she couldn’t stop thinkin’ about my cock. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”
Your pout deepens at his teasing, he can feel the embarrassment radiating off you in waves. “You can’t just tell everyone that.”
“Why? Is it not true? You got wet thinkin’ about wrapping these pretty lips around my dick. Probably drooling all over yourself in front of your friends, gettin’ your mouth ready for me.”
With a needy whine, you squirm on his lap, pressing your extremely, sparsely covered ass against Bucky’s very bare and lubed-up cock. He bites back a groan as he drags his lips down your neck, nipping at the skin in quiet instruction to behave.
“My greedy, little baby just wants to fill herself up with my cock,” he murmurs loud enough for the mike to pick up his words. “Probably fingered yourself under the table at the bar thinkin’ of me.”
“Baby,” you whine, tipping your head back.
He knows his viewers are eating this up. Not only has he not done a live with anyone as of late, but they know that he means every word that comes out of his mouth. There is no script, no assistants in the background plotting the next move. It’s just him and you.
“Tell ‘em, sweetheart. Tell ‘em what you were thinking about.”
“I—” you stop when Bucky tugs the top of your dress down to reveal your bare tits. The sudden chill has your nipples perking up and you shift to cover yourself up.
Bucky doesn’t let that happen, instead tugging your hands away and replacing them with his. “Keep goin’, doll. I’m just going to play with you.”
Your throat moves as you swallow, Bucky using both his hands to knead your breasts. He tucks his chin in the crook of your neck and quietly watches the comments stream in. However, his gaze is really trained on his live feed. He can see your reactions so clearly, the way your chest rises when your breath hitches, the dreamy look in your eyes as he continues toying with your breasts. It’s a cinematic masterpiece.
It’s even better knowing that all of this is recorded, which is perfect material for him to jerk off to on his future solo sessions.
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as you look at how his hands move on you. “I couldn’t — hnng, stop thinking about your dick, baby. How big, mm, how thick. I wanted to taste you on my tongue, wanted to suck you off until you cum down my throat.”
Bucky only purrs quietly in acknowledgement. He knows you’re getting restless by the way you keep wriggling around on his lap, desperate to touch him. Your hand keeps reaching around to take his cock but he holds you steady.
“Baby, please,” you whine, “let me suck on it. Let me suck your dick.”
A low chuckle slips past his lips. “Mm, you going to be good for me?”
Your brows pucker as your pretty lips form another petulant sulk. “I’m always good for you.”
Bucky presses his lips against the back of your shoulder as he gives your nipples one last tug. “That’s right. My good, gorgeous girl.” He taps your hip, granting you permission. “On your knees.”
You scramble off him with speed, dropping to the floor and finding your place by his feet. You’re practically salivating, lips parting to release excited pants as your hands wander up his legs in search of his dick.
It’s fucking sexy to see how desperate you are for him, how you can’t even see him and yet you’re constantly seeking him out.
When your hands finally find his cock, your fingers circle him immediately, pulling a soft sound from between his teeth. Fuck, that feels good. He always loves your hands on him. “Easy, baby. Thinkin’ about you earlier, looking at your picture, got me so hard already. Been thinkin’ about shoving my thick cock in your pretty pussy.”
He watches as your thighs press together, chasing the absent friction. “Wanna suck, baby, please.”
“Alright, go ahead, honey. Easy. Not too fast or too hard.”
Ever the good listener, you take your time with him. It’s a torturous process. Your tongue first slides under his cock, dragging all the way from the base to the tip before you swallow him all the way. First, you can only fit in part of his cock but the more you duck your head, the more you suck, you eventually reach the hilt where you feel his head touch the back of your throat.
His hand buries in your hair to help you, allowing him some form of control to tug you off him if you’re going too fast. The last thing he wants is to cum quickly when he has this one chance to show you off.
Bucky whirls on his seat slowly so his viewers get a good perspective on how pretty you look pleasing him, how pleased he is with you. You mouth at his length from the side, fingers reaching up to rub his balls. When your mouth goes south to suck on his balls, he nearly loses it. He has to tug you away with a warning.
“Careful, doll. You know I love it when you do that, but I need to last. Gotta give my fans a good show.”
When you redirect his attention back to his cock, you’re dipping your head low to take in all of him. He uses this chance to push your head down a little, encouraging you to take in a little bit more. He hears you gag a little but you keep going like a fucking champ. He’s well aware of your limits, but he is also very much aware that you like when he does that. When he urges you to go the extra mile.
You know exactly how to suck, how to lick, until he’s losing his mind and burrowing his cock deeper down your throat. Your mouth is intoxicating — the warmth, the wetness, the tightness. You know how to twist your fingers around the base of his cock just right that his hips jerk slightly. Bucky wishes he could see your eyes in that moment, see how they’re probably watering with every touch of his dick against the back of your throat.
It gets him close to his climax too quickly, but he doesn’t want to cum like this. He doesn’t want to cum without you.
“That’s right, my princess is talented. She knows exactly how I like her mouth on my cock, knows where to press her tongue to get me to cum.” The whimper that rises from your throat shoots vibrations straight through him. “Do you like the taste of me, doll? Been waiting all night for it, hm?”
With a mouth full of cock, you mumble a yes. He then rises to his feet then and you straighten to keep his cock in your mouth. His hands tangle in your hair as he starts slowly fucking into your mouth, hands against the back of your head to nudge you in. The sight is deliciously sinful, seeing how you’re pathetically keeping your mouth open. A hole for him to fill. The chokes from your throat that have him groaning.
Bucky forces his eyes open to look at his comments. “Everyone’s saying how pretty you look, baby. How perfect,” he rumbles, witnessing how you preen and straighten a little more with pride. “Oh, she likes that,” he chuckles low. “My girl’s a praise slut. Keep ‘em coming. She needs to know what a good job she’s doing.”
He reads out a few to you, each one makes you squirm a little more, each one draws your hand closer to the wetness between your legs.
Look at those pretty red lips around his fat cock.
Oh, she’s a good cock sucker this one. Wish I had one just like her.
She’s so fucking pretty on her knees, bet she looks even better with her cunt filled.
It’s fucking arousing to know that there are many watching who wish they could be here with you. But it’s only Bucky and it will always be Bucky. You’re trained to crave him, to miss him when he’s gone. He knows exactly which buttons to push with you. No one else can ever please you like he can. You are completely, irrevocably his.
Bucky’s gaze flies back to you, where he’s still fucking into your mouth. However, he does notice how your hands are now gone between your thighs, how you’re shifting around your hips and whining more into his cock.
You’re rubbing yourself underneath your skirt, your ears still perk up with every compliment, every praise that spills from Bucky’s lips. He can see how your fingers are starting to glisten as you dip your fingers into your tight heat.
“Fuck, look at you. Is your pussy weeping for me? Is she beggin’ for me? You’re dripping all over your panties. Keep rubbing your cunt for me, doll. Get it ready for me. Yeah, stretch it out with your fingers — yes, you can take more than two, honey. I know they’re not enough, but you need to get your pretty pussy ready for me to feed it my cock.”
The sight of you gagging on his cock, playing with yourself, moaning around his cock is too much for him. Gritting his teeth, he pulls you off him with a small pop as your lips release him. He fastens his fingers around his cock, looking up to the ceiling to avoid the irresistible look of you on your knees, lips wet with spit, and your hand still between your legs.
You’ll be the death of him.
“Time to put your other hole to use, sweetheart.”
Bucky pulls you to your feet and easily manhandles you to the chair again. He’s seated with you on his lap one more, but your legs are spread open. The entire time, you can’t see a thing, only darkness. All you can focus on is Bucky’s heavy, shaky breaths in your ear, the smell of your juices, the feeling of you leaking against him, and the cold air kissing your skin.
It’s a strange experience. With your sight gone, all of your other senses are heightened. Bucky’s warmth on your skin is almost too much when his hands begin to wander.
He parts your legs further, opening your pussy up to his viewers. His cock stirs underneath you at the sight, your gaping pussy clenching around thin air, just waiting for him to slip in. Bucky angles his cock to slide slowly into you. It’s a slow, agonizing stretch as your pussy greedily accommodates his size.
Bucky watches the two of you on his screen, how lewd you look with your legs spread wide open and his cock dipping in and out of you. Your mouth opens in short, stuttered gasps every time he nudges deeper into you. His cock feels like it’s being choked inside your tight pussy. This may be even better than your mouth.
Suddenly, he can’t seem to get enough. His hands grab your tits as he fucks up into you, his mouth tracing trails of fire along your neck. He laps at your skin like a starved man, eager to imprint the taste of you onto his tongue.
His viewers are indulging in this, commenting how fucking hot the two of you look like this, how some of them have even cum to the sight of you. While he can see these comments, you’re too busy being fucked silly. Your brain turns into mush, twisting and turning only on Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. His thick, fat cock stretching you out. The scrape of his shaft against your insides. And this angle — it hits just right where he goes so deep inside you, and you’re pressed up fully against him.
“B-baby, please. I wanna cum. I wanna cum, please, please.”
“My pretty baby wants to cum? Yeah, you want to cum on my fat cock? Look at you, a wet fuckin’ mess on me. Love fuckin’ you stupid like this. You can’t even see yourself but everyone’s watching you. They’re seein’ the slut that you are. Your tits bouncing, pretty perky nipples, and your pussy swallowing up my cock. God, look at you. So fuckin’ sexy. All for me, all for my fans. You love being watched, don’t you? My little slut. Should put you on permanent display, a hole for me to fuck whenever I go live.”
“Mmm, p-please. So good. So tight. Your cock’s so good.”
“Yeah, honey it is.” Bucky chuckles and reaches down to rub at your clit, brushing over where your bodies are connected. The act has you jolting in his hands but your legs are still on top of his while he fucks up into you, bouncing you on top of him. “Moan for me, baby. I wanna hear you beg for my cum. Now everyone knows how pretty you look beggin’ and leakin’, how gorgeous your little whines are. I want them to hear you when they go to bed at night, knowing that only I get to have you. Only I get to bury my fucking cock inside your tight cunt.”
The comments are coming in rapid fire now. There are plenty of people saying how fucking legit this looks. Bucky feels a little smug because this is legit. This is his life. You are his life. He gets you all day every day. This is nothing like his previous collaborations.
This isn’t a performance. This is real.
Bucky can’t even find it in himself to be jealous or upset that everyone now knows how good you sound when you’re falling apart on his cock, how pretty you look with your mouth open and your breasts out. Because it’s always going to be him and his cock. No one else’s.
You’re his. Only his.
He presses his fingers harder against your clit as he bounces you harder on his cock, teeth sinking down into your shoulder as he does so. Your little cries and whimpers only fuel his desire as you beg and plead for permission to cum.
Bucky isn’t cruel after all.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Come on. So good for me, going to fill up this tight cunt.”
With your pussy pulsing around him, your body jolting in his hold, Bucky also finds his own release. He could practically see how he’s painting your insides white, oodles of cum spilling into your pussy and leaking out every time he shifts his dick. You’re still squeezing around him, contracting around his dick to milk him dry.
Your head lands back against his shoulder as you try to inhale trembling breaths. “Fuck, baby,” you whine, head lolling around as the dizziness takes over.
He laughs at how cute you look all fucked out to oblivion. He lifts you up and props you up on his desk. You tilt your head in question, unaware that he is grabbing his webcam and giving his viewers a good look into your pretty pussy leaking with his cum.
Shit, it’s sexy and he snatches his phone to take a quick picture. That’s certainly one for the books.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect, honey. Pussy so pretty with my cream inside.” Bucky’s free hand wraps around his cock and shifts it to pick up the cum leaking down from your hole, pushes it up, and back inside into your pussy. He fucks it back into you, trying to make sure it stays inside.
The friction on your overstimulated pussy has you whining again, sourly telling him that you’re sore.
“Can’t waste a drop, baby,” he murmurs but pulls out anyway.
Then he turns the camera around to the two of you as he leans close, his head against yours. You’re still panting slightly, your dress bunched up around your waist. Bucky kisses the top of your head and smiles proudly.
“Thank them for watchin’ you, sweetheart.”
A slow, sleepy smile stretches across your face as you give a shy little wave in what you think is the camera’s direction. “Thank you for watching, everyone.”
Bucky grins, pecking your cheek. “Hope you all enjoyed that surprise. See you in the next one.”
With the taping ended, he attaches his webcam back before scooping you up bridal style. A squeal bubbles from your lips as your arms wind around his neck to steady yourself. Bucky pulls your blindfold and his own mask off, casting them aside. You immediately nuzzle your face into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.
Bucky carries you to the bathroom and helps you clean up, warm cloth against your skin as cum is still oozing out of your pussy. You’re going to be leaking for a while.
Your eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the light. There is a dreamy, dazed, sated look on your face as you look up at him with earnest eyes. “Did I do well?”
“You were perfect, doll.”
You hum. “Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
Bucky’s not one to say no to that.