𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍; 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝟸𝟾𝚝𝚑
✧ summary ─ bucky thinks it’s about time that he tries something he used to love doing to his partners, and you happily let him have a go at it.
✧ pairing ─ tfatws!bucky barnes x reader
✧ warnings ─ smut, +18, oral sex (f receiving), sloppy make out sessions, softness, kissing, pet names, handjob over clothing, dirty talk, bucky treating the kitty kat like she deserves, fingering, light angst
✧ a/n ─ i’m so sorry, it took me so long to write this part because: a) i was procrastinating, b) i lost my motivation and c) i was away and didn’t have a laptop with me to write it. thank you for all the love you have shown for this series, they make my heart go all funky <3 i hope you like this one as well. please leave a comment if you do. thank youuu <33
✧ series masterlist ─ previous part
The text came half an hour ago: “Text me your address, I’ll be there in two hours.” So, you did. You sent him your address and then went to bathroom to take a shower. It had been only a day since you shaved your legs, so you didn’t bother to shave them again and cut yourself in the process.
When you were done and out of the bathroom, hair blow dried and bathroom cleaned, you had about half an hour to go. You put on your panties and an oversize t-shirt. Quietly, you padded towards the kitchen to make yourself a sandwich. With a last second thinking, you made one for Bucky. He did tell you that he would be coming straight after work, so he must have been starving for some time now.
Just as you were full and finished with washing the dishes, your doorbell rang. You pointedly ignored the way your heart started beating faster as you walked towards the door of your apartment, swinging it open after one look outside from the peephole.
“Hey─” You were cut off by Bucky barging inside, dropping his bag and hoisting you up in his arms. His foot kicked the door close behind him as he kissed the breath out of you. You moaned in shock but returned to his kisses without losing another second. You slid your hands into his hair and deepened the kiss, tightening your legs around his thick waist. Bucky hummed into your mouth. He dropped you onto your kitchen table gently and pulled back for oxygen.
“Hi,” he whispered. You looked at him, panting. “You look beautiful.” Feeling your face heat up with butterflies bouncing around in your tummy, you smiled at him.
“Thank you,” you whispered back. “You look…” You paused. “Tired.” He sighed. He suddenly got smaller; his shoulders dropped and his body curled in itself. “Hey,” you murmured, placing your hand on his face and stroking his cheek. Bucky hummed. His eyes were closed and face was leaning against your touch. “We don’t have to,” you said.
“Hmm, I know,” Bucky murmured. His eyes blinked open, and he crowded you against the kitchen counter once again. “Gotta get rid of the adrenaline in my body, though.” His nose nudged yours gently, playfully. “Having you moaning under me is the best way to do it.” You chuckled.
“What happened to the shy grandpa who was wheezing through his orgasm in an alley?” You asked. Bucky rolled his eyes, but he had a soft smile on his lips. “’m not complaining, though. I sorta like this command-you type of guy.” Bucky snorted.
“You seem like you have extra energy,” he said. “Let’s waste it.”
It was your only warning before he captured your lips again. His lips stroking yours, tongue licking your bottom lip and teeth biting down on it gently; you let Bucky abuse you with his kisses. His hands were roaming all over your body; his palms were warm against your slightly cool skin. You felt them sneaking under your t-shirt, fingertips teasing you by stroking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You sighed into Bucky’s mouth.
“No teasing,” you whispered. He grumbled.
“You’re no fun,” Bucky said, and in a blink, he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his thick waist. Your squeak got lost in his kiss as he closed his mouth over yours, kissing the breath out of you as he leaned forward. His hands placed themselves on your hips under your t-shirt, and they pulled you into him. You gasped when your clothed core made contact with his equally clothed bulge.
You pulled back for a second to breathe, to soothe your screaming lungs but kept playing with his hair that you wound your fingers in. Bucky kissed your cheeks, forehead and nose, nudging it to make you chuckle.
“I wanna try something,” he whispered to your lips. He sounded shy, a little hesitant like he was afraid that you were going to reject him without hearing what he had to say.
“Yeah? What is it?” You asked. You placed your free hand on his cheek and started to stroke the light fuzz covered skin. Bucky hummed, losing himself into your soft touch for a couple seconds, he blinked back into the reality.
“Wanna taste you,” he breathed. “I─ It’s been a while since I did that. I, uh,” he went a little pink on the cheeks, “I used to love doing that.” You felt the excitement rolling down your spine, butterflies going off in your tummy once again.
“You gonna kiss me down there?” You said, kissing him on the lips once. “You gonna make sure she’s all wet and desperate for your kisses?” Another kiss, and Bucky was moaning lightly.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Fuck yeah, I’mma treat her.” You hummed. Bucky peppered kisses all over your face and neck. “I’m gonna get her so wet, gonna make a mess out of her, gonna make you feel so good─” You cut him off with a moan and slammed your lips onto his. Bucky groaned into it as his hands tightened on your hips. You felt the warmth radiating from him; his right hand was burning the skin of your ass with its warmth while his left one felt cold. You frowned and stopped responding to his kiss. “What’s wrong?” He asked immediately.
“Are you okay?” You asked, concern etched into your eyes. “Your hands. Your right one is warm as hell, but your left one doesn’t feel like it.” You looked down where they were buried under your baggy t-shirt. You grabbed the hem of your t-shirt.
“Um─” Bucky said, but before he could say anything else, you lifted the clothing.
“I was gonna tell you─” You looked at him with wide eyes.
“That you have prosthesis?” You raised a brow. “That you have a metal prosthesis? Exactly like The Winter Soldier’s?” You watched him getting smaller, watched the flush spreading over his cheeks and neck.
“I’m not him anymore,” he murmured quietly. He slowly pulled away from you, but you didn’t let him by wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “I understand, Y/N. It’s fine.” Your frown deepened.
“You understand what? Hey,” you held his hands, feeling the unforgiving cold and solid metal in your right hand as you grabbed his metal hand. “I don’t mind. I know who you are and what happened to you, and I’m on your side. I’m with you, Bucky. It’s alright.” You put your free hand on his cheek and stroked his eye and cheek gently. Bucky sighed.
“Really?” He asked. “You don’t mind my past? I killed a lot─” Your thumb found its way to his lips and shut him up efficiently.
“No,” you said. “That wasn’t you. I know you know that. It wasn’t you who killed those people. We both know that you wouldn’t do such a thing, c’mon.” Bucky shrugged. It was obvious that he didn’t believe what you said, so you made a note to yourself that you were to remind him that every time you met up.
“Besides,” you continued. “’Bucky’? How many people have that name? I should have understood from the name itself.” You scoffed. Bucky’s lips twitched for a smile, corners of his lips curled slightly. “I only know one Bucky other than you, and he’s a very cute chocolate brown Labrador. He licks my face every time he sees me.” Bucky snorted. “His human version, though, he’s trouble.”
Bucky tilted his head to his side, raising a brow. “Oh?” You nodded.
“Yup,” you said. “He acts all shy and hesitant until someone has a hand on his dick and then he’s not the grandpa you thought he was.” Bucky chuckled. You smiled. Leaning in to kiss him sweetly on the lips, you looked him in the eye. “You’re a good person and you did not kill those people. It wasn’t you.” Bucky took a deep breath and loosened his tensed muscles even more when you kissed him again.
“You sounded like my therapist,” he grumbled. “I don’t like her.” You pouted.
“I’ll beat her ass up, just tell me when,” you told him, poking him playfully. Bucky cracked a smile.
“Please do because, God knows, I wanna hit her sometimes.” He rolled his eyes. “She does this notebook thing where she writes shit ton of things about me, and I really hate that.” You leaned and kissed his pout away. Bucky hummed into it.
“Where were we?” You murmured, changing the subject because you felt like it was upsetting him. Bucky stepped in close once again. “I vaguely remember you telling me something about tasting…” Bucky moaned softly.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered. “I said I wanna taste you. You gonna let me?”
“Mm, yeah,” you breathed. “Gonna let you have a taste, gonna let you do anything you wanna do to me.” Bucky groaned. His slightly flagged cock was back on its full hardness. He quickly kissed you on your lips before he fell on his knees. Your breath hitched at the sight before you.
When he barged into your apartment, you didn’t have the chance to note how he looked, but now that he was in front of you, all kneeling and not kissing the life out of you… He looked fucking good. He was clad in all-black outfit. He had black cargo pants with combat boots tied tightly on his feet. He had a long sleeved, equally tight, black t-shirt. His hair was disheveled thanks to your wandering fingers, and his light stubble gave his face a dark look.
He looked mouth watering, and he was kneeling in front of you.
“Oh, God,” you whispered when he threw your legs over his shoulders and pulled you towards the edge of the counter. He kissed your knee, your inner thighs; he nipped on the sensitive skin and licked them soothingly. Then, then, his nose nudged your panty-covered core, pulling a soft whimper out of you.
“Take your shirt off,” he murmured. Your hands scrambled to comply, pulling the baggy fabric off of you. “Mmm, that’s better.” His blue eyes were dark, taking in your topless sight and making you want to squirm with the intensity of them. Bucky slid his hands up slowly; stroking the soft flesh of your thighs on their wake, they came to a rest on your sides. You watched the black, metal hand reaching up to give your breast a soft squeeze. Moaning lightly, you bit your lip. “That okay?” He asked, his darkened eyes were still on you. You nodded.
“Yeah,” you panted. “’s fine.” Without saying anything, Bucky placed on flesh finger under the elastic band of your panties, and you heard a ripping noise a millisecond later. “What─” You gasped as you watched him ripping your panties off and flinging it over his shoulder.
“It was on my way,” he grumbled before diving in.
Your hand scrambled to hold on and found themselves a place on his broad as hell shoulders as Bucky’s tongue started to torture you in the most pleasurable way. Your clit was throbbing where he was sucking and flicking his tongue against gently; his light stubble was making you feel tickle-ish, but it was actually just adding into the sensation. You moaned when he licked a long line from your slit to your clit, finishing it with a little suck on the bundle of joy you had throbbing.
“Mmm,” he hummed. His lips were shiny with your juices as he licked them clean. “Tastes exactly like I knew you would: Sweet and salty altogether.” You whimpered. Bucky sent you a smirk and leaned into lick you again. Gasping, you pulled on his hair, causing him to moan into your pussy.
“Shit,” you whispered. Bucky ignored you and continued to give kitten licks to your clit. His mouth was closed over your mound, sucking and licking at the same time while his flesh hand made its way to join his mouth. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” you breathed when you felt his finger at your entrance.
Humming softly, Bucky pushed in a finger, continued to play with your clit and started to finger you. You got so wet, your juices were dripping down his chin to his cargo pants, ruining the cloth, but Bucky did not care. He loved how messy you got just because he put his mouth on you.
He pulled back, his fingers still in you. “You’re so wet,” he murmured. He brought his metal hand down to roll your clit between its fingers as he straightened up. Now, he was face-to-face with your panting and blissful face. “You got so messy down there, honey.” A soft, wounded sound escaped from your mouth at the pet name. His eyes were looking directly into yours. His fingers were still teasing you, still playing with you as they wished.
“Bucky…” You breathed. You threw your head back when the pleasure building up in your groin became almost too much. Your eyes were half-closed, mouth hung open and chest was heaving. He was making you feel so good, so damn good, you were close. “Bucky…” He hummed as an answer.
“What is it?” He asked as if he didn’t know already. Feeling bold, you sat up straight. You licked your lips and swallowed the spit that gathered in your mouth. One of your hands made its way to his bulge, stroking it over the clothing slowly. Bucky groaned. “Yeah? We’re gonna play like that?” You nodded. Your hand squeezed his bulge while Bucky crooked his fingers the way you told him in that alley. You groaned. “Okay, we’ll play.”
His fingers sped up; wet and long and crooked, they were grazing over your sensitive spots with each thrust. You gasped. You quickly opened his pants and slid your hand inside, continuing to stroke him over his boxers. He felt warm and big in your hand, but you were too lost in your own pleasure to inspect his dick.
You jumped when you felt cold fingertips on your breast. Your nipples immediately perking up, you exhaled harshly. “’m close,” you whispered. Your thighs were shaking very lightly, Bucky’s fingers moving in you at a speed that had you curling your toes and your calves and the sound your wetness was making was echoing in the kitchen. It was too hot, too sexy, you were turned on so much─
“God, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you breathed. Your hand started to move faster on Bucky’s erection. You made sure to drag your nails at his head, squeeze your hand around it and fondle with his balls. He was panting into your ear, hips slowly thrusting into your hand as an additional pleasure. Both of you were chasing your highs, and they were close. You were close. You whined. Grabbing him by the neck, you pulled him in for a dirty kiss and came on his fingers. Bucky groaned loudly into your kiss when he felt how tight you got on his fingers.
You tightened your hand on Bucky’s cock in return, causing him to moan throatily. You licked his bottom lip, biting down, you sucked on it a little. You decided to have a skin-to-skin contact because he made you come so nicely, so you slid your hand into his boxers.
“Shiiiit─ fuck,” Bucky breathed harshly. His hips were thrusting into the fist you got him in, and you could tell that he was close. “Fuck, ‘m gonna come,” he groaned. You felt his balls tighten in your palm. You swiped your thumb on his slit, and Bucky came with a grunt.
“There you go,” you whispered, kissing his cheek. You stroked him slowly to bring him down. You played with his hair with your free hand, continued to kiss his cheek and lips. His fingers were still in you, filling you in a nice way. “You okay there, grandpa?” You heard him snort. “Yup, you’re still kickin’.”
“Shuddup,” he grumbled. He slowly took his fingers out, parting them to show you how wet you were, and then he put them in his mouth. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Sweet and salty.”
You looked at him with your mouth open. “I can’t believe─ Damn, you that filthy but you hide it under a shy demeanor? Fuck you.” Bucky laughed. “Here I am thinking you’re this baby duck who needs to learn how to be a swan again.” Bucky laughed harder. “Stop laughin’,” you grumbled this time.
“You’re cute,” he said when he calmed down. “Just so you know, I’m not so innocent, like I’m not a virgin.” You scoffed.
“I got that part.” Bucky chuckled. Rolling your eyes, you pulled your hand off of his dick, making a show of licking your fingers clean all the while looking at him in the eye, you hummed in approval. “Old and bitter. Like your soul.” Bucky looked at you for a second longer before he howled with laughter. You giggled. Pushing him back a little so that you could jump off the counter, you walked towards the sink to wash your hands, slipping the oversize t-shirt on again.
“You can use the shower,” you told him after he stopped laughing and fixed himself. “I’ve made you a couple sandwiches, figures you might be hungry.” You pointed the plate. Bucky smiled.
“Thank you,” he said. “But it’d be better if I go.” You tried not to show your disappointment. “I’ve been a ‘trouble’ enough, and I need to come down on my own.” You nodded.
“Yeah, I get that,” you murmured. “At least take the sandwiches? Please?” You quickly pulled a small container and put the sandwiches in it. “That way, you won’t have to deal with fixing yourself something to eat.” For a second, he looked like he was going to say ‘no’, but then Bucky grabbed the container.
“Yeah, alright,” he murmured. “Thanks.” He sent you a lopsided smile. You sent him one as well. “I, uh, I better go. Good night.” He leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Have sweet dreams for me,” were his last words before he grabbed his bag and left.
You stood there in your kitchen with your come drying on your thighs, feeling weirdly empty.
“I was thinking…” came the text the next day. “June, 10th.” You sighed. “I’m gonna stop by, though, I gotta leave for the night that day. So, it’s gonna be a quick one.”
“Wham, bam, thank you ma’am?” You sent. “Fine by me.”
“Exactly that, but make it rougher.” Your eyes widen at his response. “See you later.”
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