This was the epic group that has been in the works for months now. Tara patterned the outfits and three women did most of the sewing because they were the most skilled. One woman did did all of our hair. All of our outfits are as accurate as possible and completely matching (except for the three singer outfits). Cathy did most of the hat work and I did a lot of slave labor. My blood is sewn into the buckram of those hats. THOSE HATS. It took 6 hours to get us all ready on Saturday. ahlweigiahgviaehri Worth it.
I have almost no pictures of us but hopefully the photographer who shot us will let me post things here if I link back to his site and credit him *crosses fingers*
‘Come for me, darlin’. Come on. Don’t be shy, now…all of it.’
She loved when his Brooklyn accent came out, when it was thick and prominent with lust. She had never been to New York and now in the middle of Europe, one of the USO dancing girls in Captain America’s soon to be cancelled tour, she didn’t think she would ever see the place her blue eyed lover was born.
She also loved how Bucky was a master of her body, his fingers curled inside her, massaging something inside her that was making her body spasm and thrash, his fingers worked in and out of her at a maddening speed and the soldier kept goading her. He wanted her to come, wanted her scream his name for the whole barracks to hear and the lewd sound of his digits pumping into her soaking hole as she clenched and pushed against them was her undoing.
'Good girl…Mmm, fuck, so good,’ Y/N let out a helpless whine when she caught his sucking on his fingers as if she tasted like the sweetest honey.
'You’re gonna be the death'a me, doll. You’re a dirty little dame, aren’t ya? Do that thing with your tongue again. Ah…shit…’
Y/N’s tongue gave a broad lick along the vein of his cock from root to tip, circling the head in a fancy swirl before using the tip of her tongue to tease his slit. She was supposed to be practising a new routine to entertain the troops, her friends were on the makeshift stage going through the routine whilst she was tucked away in a concealed corner with Bucky. Worshipping his erection with her tongue and lips, getting off on his muffled moans and his hands fisting her hair.
'I’m not tellin’ you again, darlin’. You keep bitin'on that lip and I’ll be puttin’ that pretty little mouth'a yours to good use.’
She hadn’t meant to catch his attention, honestly she had just been sat at the bar, swinging her legs playfully as she sucked on the straw of her drink. It was a dance night but Bucky was busy talking strategy with Steve and the super soldier kept sending her apologetic glances – Steve had a good relationship with all of the USO girls and he was considered one of them.
Y/N had been chewing on her bottom lip distractedly, staring off into space when his broad body pressed against her back and he made the playful threat, 'Sorry, Sarge.’ She batted her eyelashes at him and giggled happily when he took her hand and pulled her in to dance.
'Is there somethin’ you’re wantin’, doll? You’re gonna have to use some words. Throw in a, “Please, Sarge” and I’ll be real good to ya.’
He was a real tease. Eyes full of mischief and desire as he breathed against her upper thigh, kissing the delicate skin and grinning at her desperate little mewls, 'I want your mouth on me! I wanna fuck your face, Sarge! Please, Sarge!’ There was no room to ashamed, to feel the sting of humiliation to be begging so filthily just for his perfect mouth to ruin her.
'Gonna be so, so good to you…’ There wasn’t a single person in the building that didn’t hear her delight when Sargent Barnes’ head dived between her thighs. He always seemed like a starving man, sucking and licking and nibbling at her until there wasn’t a single drop left.
'You can take all of it, doll. Good girl. Goddamn honey, you feel so good. You know how good you feel, darlin’?’
He was generously endowed and he made sure she knew it. Making her lungs empty of all air when he held her hips still and pushed himself into her, watching as her body stretching around him and slowly swallowing his length – he knew she was too full but would keep going, forcing her to take all of him whilst telling her how good she was. And when he was balls deep, when it was impossible for her to take even a millimetre more, Bucky would pause just to feel her hot, wet walls hugging him tightly, throbbing and clenching so deliciously that she would come just from being full.
When Y/N’s trembling spasms calmed and when he could feel her juices leaking out around him, creating a damp patch on the bed, he would fuck her – hard and fast. Ploughing into her as her thighs spread further and his name was the only thing she could utter.
'Shit…ah hell, honey. I’m gonna- shit. Shit, come here, take it. Take it, fuckin’ hell, doll, yeah. Just like that, darlin’. My god, you beautiful girl.’
Y/N always forgave him when he fisted her hair and pushed himself a little further into her mouth than she was comfortable with, she would leave angry scratches down his thighs and try to swallow around his length, try to take his load as gracefully as she could and she would forgive that his body would lock and he’d just bury himself until she almost chocked because she was the cause.
She made him whimper and moan, made him lose his wits until that primal, urgent need to take what he needed and wanted took over. Bucky’s body sagged against the wall, knees unable to keep him up as he slid to the floor with her and he would lick his lips and give her a lopsided grin. His thumb caught the string of seed that had escaped and dribbled down her chin, caressing her lips until she opened up and sucked the remainder from the digit, 'You’re my best girl…you know that right?’ Y/N blushed and nodded as she watched him pant, admiring the glow of his skin as he came down from orgasm, 'Such a good girl for me.’