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oh my lord

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The Coming of Spring

Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

Note: Welcome to the smut fest! For some reason I've found myself up at six in the morning writing this, so please forgive any mistakes I've made while in my horrendously exhausted state. I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: Pretty graphic NSFW, vulgarity, somewhat of a breeding kink, and pure unadulterated filth

Word Count: 2,419

There was a rather frantic energy pulsing throughout the room as the palace staff rushed about nervously, not a single set of idle hands to be found in the combined effort to finish the preparations for the afternoon's upcoming festivities in a timely manner.

You blew out a puff of air, already exhausted from the tasks you had completed thus far and silently cursing this day for daring to come at all.

And yet this year, as with every other, the springtime holiday still arrived, the augur of some great change, according to legend, though for you it always meant the same thing:

Waking up at five in the morning to prepare for the upcoming afternoon festival in whatever manner the queen deemed fit for the proper celebration of what had come to be well known Walpurgisnacht, or May Eve, the holiday that brought upon the loud and boisterous worship of love, fertility, and the coming of Spring.

And of course, a day so dedicated to such things was one of pleasant festivities to be certain, and thus you never failed to enjoy it, but even still, your chores weighed heavily upon you as your overworked fingers weaved petals and stems through glistening golden iron.

It had been four hours since you had gotten up to work, and somehow it had felt like an eternity, your hands cramping and begging for relief as the tips of your fingers rubbed themselves raw with duty.

You paused for a moment to yawn into the crook of your elbow, wishing for the one hundredth time within that hour alone that you had gotten more sleep the night before.

Still, it had been a worthy sacrifice, had it not? A little bit of exhaustion today in order to avoid the simmering desire of the realm's younger prince throughout the festivities, or, more accurately yet, throughout your abundant tasks that you had scheduled about your day?

Yes, almost assuredly. You had learned all too well from last year (and the other two before that), that it was rather hard to do such things as wash the finest of the palace's dinnerware with Loki's skilled fingers upon your chest or beneath your dress, after all.

So, if a bit of freedom from your concerns of being dragged off into some dark corner upon every available moment of your dear prince's day came at the cost of you being forced to wake up early while he slept away the previous evening's activities, then so be it.

At least this way, you could know for certain that you still had quite a few hours yet until someone urged the prince to rise, giving you plenty of time to complete at least the preparatory chores before he began his ever persistent search for you.

He seemed to enjoy the game of seeking you out each morning, or at whatever time it was that he rose or found himself at leave, though usually it was to do little more than tease or annoy you as you attempted to work through his ceaseless attempts at distraction.

But on a holiday like today, you found that he was typically all too content with taking his teasing quite a few steps further. That said, much to your (mostly feigned) chagrin, that did not mean that he never found himself seeking out far less innocent sounds than those of annoyance, laughter, or sheer disbelief from you on random days throughout the year.

No, Loki was incorrigible, and beyond even that, incomprehensible with his choices and behaviors, and you could normally never hope to know upon which day you might find yourself sandwiched between his chest and some palace wall, though with the arrival Walpurgisnacht, it was almost always a certainty.

Still, with something that was perhaps akin to a fool's ignorance, you dared to hope that maybe, after a night like the one this dawn had followed, your prince may have been just sated enough to make it through the holiday without torturing you so the way that he usually chose to.

Such a thought could not be so terribly remiss, could it? Not after the hours upon hours of groping, fleeting, and cradling touches that the two of you had offered one another the night before.

Not after an afternoon's worth of teasing at the hands of the god of mischief upon that very same day, or the longing glances that carried on well into the evening.

Not after he had cornered you in the garden after dinner had come to an end, speaking his long withheld and inconceivably filthy promises of what was to come clearly and casually into the cool night air as if the two of you were simply taking an evening stroll together, talking about the weather or your hobbies rather than the way he planned to have you upon his tongue within the hour, hands creating bruising imprints of obvious ownership in the soft flesh of your hips and thighs as he drove you to madness before pulling you right back toward sanity again with the blunt tip of his cock as it kissed up against your wet folds, smearing precum amongst the remnants of his saliva and the glistening drool of your already thoroughly abused cunt.

Not after you had given in a mere twenty minutes after hearing his whorish promises of what he intended to do to you once he laid his hands upon your bare flesh again, knocking quietly at his heavy chamber doors until he finally came to find you standing there, having made you wait in a manner that was no doubt intentional just so he could feel the exaggerated way that you melted against him when he finally pulled you near, kissing you deeply until his amused and teasing chuckles turned into low and rumbling groans that arose from deep within his chest, and he pulled away to order you to your knees before him, mouth open and waiting so he could see the way your eager tongue stuck out to taste him even before he was bare before you, and how your perfect thighs began to rub together in a fruitless attempt to ease the ache that the sight of him never ceased to cause.

Not after he had held you firm against his chest, arm looped around your middle as you'd laid beneath him on all fours while he'd thrust his strong and lithe hips against your trembling ones, not an ounce of mercy to be found as he hissed and moaned with reckless abandon beside your ear, the sounds of his pleasure easily matching and occasionally even drowning out your own as he reminded you of who you had been born to serve, to worship, and to cum for upon his very command.

And oh, did he command.

Eleven orgasms, if you had counted correctly, and you were fairly certain with as hazy as your mind had felt after the first four, that you had not.

Your cheeks burned red at the clear and persistent memories of the previous night, Loki's satisfied groans and sluttish moans playing over and over within your head as if he were right there with you, cock buried in whichever tight, wet hole was deemed worthy of his attentions within that particular moment.

You swallowed thickly, pressing your thighs together tightly as you continued your seemingly endless work, flower after flower coming to rest perfectly upon the third archway that had been granted your efforts for the morning thus far.

Though, in spite of how diligently you worked at your assigned chore, it seemed that the fates themselves had something against it being completed,

For what other reason could there be for such familiarly agile hands to suddenly rest upon your hips so early in the morn, in spite of the tiresome escapades that had occurred the night before?

It was so unlike the younger prince of Asgard to awaken so early after a night of passion, after which he tended to lounge upon his sheets, naked body blessing the very realm with its presence as sunlight danced upon his skin.

You had seen that many a time after all, hadn't you? So you would certainly know, better than most at that, if not better than all.

But then again, it was so very much like Loki to rise early not to seize this day, but rather to seize you upon it as he had done for the past three May Eves since he had claimed you as his own...

And maybe you had not considered that fact as diligently as you should have while working to tire him out the night before, though now you were embarrassed to admit that you scarcely knew why you would have wanted to do so in the first place.

It seemed that your rather vivid memories of the prior evening's festivities had brought about a familiar stirring betwixt your thighs, and you knew all too well that there was only one set of hands, one silver tongue, one long and devastatingly thick cock, and one god of mischief who could help you to ease your sudden discomfort.

"Good morning, my dear."

He purred against the shell of your ear, warm breaths causing your hair to flutter about delicately as his hands traveled over top your gown.

"It would seem that I require some additional support when it comes to selecting and befitting myself with the proper attire for this afternoon's festivities."

He all but purred, forcing you to bite back a shiver as you struggled not to make your already overwhelming need for him too obvious.

It was never fun to just give in, after all.

You knew all too well how much he liked the chase.

So, with that thought in mind, you steadied yourself to the best of your ability, giving your already racing imagination a few brief moments of peace before finally, you spoke,

"Is that so, my prince?"

You asked, feigning curiosity as you did your best to continue working on the task at hand, sore fingers working deftly at soft petals and slightly thorny stems as you weaved them continuously through metal.

"Well, I regret to inform you that your dear mother, our most respected queen, specifically requested that I myself create the flowered arches for the festival this year."

You began,

"She was kind enough to let me know how much she enjoyed my work upon them last eve in Lady Juniper's absence, and asked if I might be willing to work my magic for a second year running."

You heard an amused chuckle arise from behind you, and though you were certain that Loki had already planned something truly devious to drag you away from your duties with, you continued to feign innocence.

"And how could I dare say no to a request such as that, dear prince? It would seem that Lady Juniper's past maternity leave has provided me with quite the opportunity with which to rise into our lady's good graces, and who would I be to squander such a thing?"

There was a thoughtful hum from your lover as he reached beyond you to thumb at a few of the petals that decorated your current project with his left hand, though the right stayed firm upon your hip, the pads of his fingers pressing deftly into your flesh just as they had done the night before, mirroring the bruises he'd left there perfectly.

"An utter fool, to be sure."

He replied easily, voice low and smooth as he continued,

"Though, I can think of a far better way for you to rise into the All-Mother's good graces, sweetling."

He murmured, lips brushing against your neck just enough so that you could feel the smirk that rested so prominently upon them.

He had you exactly where he wanted you, though you could scarcely bring yourself to mind when there was such a tremendous desire building for him deep within your core.

"Oh?"

You asked curiously, nimble fingers still working on your once so heavily fixated on project,

"And what might that be, Prince Loki?"

At that, you felt the ever teasing god of mischief crowd your back, his hardness pressed against you as you desperately fought the urge to wriggle against his crotch just to hear the no doubt sluttish groan he would let out if you did.

Thankfully enough though, your lover seemed eager to get to the point, the reasoning for that fact somehow growing even harder at the touch of your warmth, even with it being so dulled beneath your clothing.

He chuckled,

"Well my dear, I think you would find her to be quite pleased if you were to request your own leave in the coming months."

He purred, and this time, you could not even hope to fight back the shiver that followed, your hands finding either side of the nearly completed archway with a gasp as Loki bent you over at the waist, pressing himself as close to your clothed core as he could manage with a low and eager groan, his words dripping with both amusement and thinly veiled arousal as he spoke up again,

"Would you like me to give you a reason to do so?"

He all but growled, offering you one tortuously slow gyration of his hips in order to ensure your understanding of his less than subtle connotations as the hand that had once gripped so tightly to your hip moved swiftly beneath your dress, rubbing firmly against your bundle of nerves through your undergarments as you gasped both out of humiliation for where he had you so plainly in need of him, as well as out of arousal at his confident and ever beseeching touch.

And then suddenly, you were giving fervent and almost pleading nods in response to his previous question, having given up entirely on any hope of completing your most important project of the day.

It was, after all, May Eve, and how else should one hope to properly celebrate the coming of the Spring if not by blossoming beneath the touch of the queen's beloved second son?

And, it was as Loki had so cleverly stated himself,

It was not as if you would not be arriving swiftly and permanently within Frigga's good graces soon.

No, not if the god of mischief had his way,

Not if the two of you celebrated Walpurgisnacht in the way that Freyja herself had intended.

Loki Tag List: @mischief2sarawr

Additional Tag: @lokisgoodgirl (thank you very much for so kindly answering my anonymous questions regarding the SAS earlier! I've found that I have yet to develop the courage necessary to directly message any (other) particular authors yet, but I figured I can at least step outside of my comfort zone and tag you as you oh so kindly gave me permission to in your reply. Thank you again for your encouragement! <3)

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lucky-bucky-boy · 5 months

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sebastian stan playing donald trump???!!?!?!!!

#sebastian stan

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lucky-bucky-boy · 5 months

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COMMENT ON OLD FICS, I BEG YOU!

I swear to god after like a week people will still be reading but nobody leaves comments anymore and I just want to make it absolutely clear that I would be excited and elated to get a comment on these fics one hundred years after I post them.

A FIC IS NEVER TOO OLD TO LEAVE A NICE COMMENT ON. GO FORTH AND COMMENT!

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lucky-bucky-boy · 5 months

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Fluffy newlywedd Peter (Tom or andrew) x reader 🥺

The warm, twinkling string lights provided enough light to illuminate the dance floor, the surroundings tables finally empty and the sound of the music echoing off the walls. The last bit of excitement could be heard distantly as the last few guests made their way to their cars.

Your first dance song played again, much lower and soft, as you and Peter shared one more dance together. Your arms around his neck, his around your waist, essentially just hugging tightly as you swayed to the music.

"Mrs. Parker," her whispered, lips practically on your neck with how close he needed wanted to be to you.

"Mr. Parker," you hummed back softly, giggling immediately after the formality left your lips.

This was a long time coming, decades of being friends, years of dating, and what felt like an eternity of engagement and wedding planning. It truly could have been any better though, beyond thrilled with how every little detail and quirk of the night had went.

"Can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you," he whispered, almost to himself more than you, "Childhood dream come true."

You couldn't help but feel your body warm at his words, "Peter, you had me before we were even married."

"I know," he pressed a kiss to the skin of your neck before moving so he could look you in the eye, "But now, no one can deny it, and you never have to doubt if I'm yours or not."

You smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, "Peter, my sweet, we have always been each others."

#peter drabble #peter parker drabble #peter parker #peter fluff #peter parker fluff #marvel fluff #marvel #ask #jaz answers

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lucky-bucky-boy · 5 months

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omg local baker who Mike has baking abbys bday cake but he has a crush on her ????

Oh my God this is so cute to me. I wanna run a coffee shop/mini bakery and this is just perfect and beautiful omg

I'm writing this with the idea that fnaf happened but didn't *happen* like no one died lmao

Mike wasn't sure what to expect. At all.

It had been an incredibly tough year, each day somehow becoming more rough than the previous. From mom passing, to job hopping, to Aunt Jane trying to get the courts even more involved. Despite all that, he did his damndest to not let it affect Abby.

He knew in some aspects it was inevitable. A young child losing a parent was never easy; she heard his grumbling and arguments with Aunt Jane, the comments about not being able to pay Max, found papers he should have hidden a little better

But birthdays and holidays were sacred. That he made sure of.

So, against his pride and better judgement, he had asked Aunt Jane for a little help throwing Abby a birthday party. She was more than happy to, surprisingly, with the agreement they come up for Thanksgiving this year. And begrudgingly, he agreed.

That's how he ended up at the doorstep of a brick townhouse closer to the city, a paper in his hand with an address scrawled in his Aunt's too neat handwriting. She'd given him a list of stores and things and places and people to get everything from in order to throw a "proper birthday party."

He did a double take on the numbers and street address, making sure they matched and still slightly confused as to why he was at a person's house and not a store. With a shrug and a tired sigh, he knocked on the door, the scurrying of animals evident inside almost immediately followed by a "shush" as he heard another door shut before the one in front of him went to open.

He didn't know what to expect, and sure as hell didn't expect to have a girl a little younger than him open the door, an apron on and covered in flour. She looked almost frazzled for a moment before shutting the door behind her, eyes moving from the curious furry creatures to the man now in front of her.

"Hi, sorry," she sounded almost as tired and exasperated as he did, "been a busy day, and my lovely little fur-babies have been noisy."

She wiped her hands on her apron, "I - I don't think we've met before." Her eyebrows were scrunched, confusion etching into her features.

"Uh, yeah, sorry. I'm Mike. My uh- my Aunt Jane suggested you to me. Told me you make the best cakes and cupcakes and gave me your address to place an order."

He could see the cogs working in her brain as she tried to pin poin who he was talking about, "Oh! That's right, she gave me a call the other day to make sure I'd have the time. You need the order for next Saturday, right?"

He nodded, "Yeah, next Saturday at noon."

"Perfect, yes. Come in, we'll fill out the forms and get everything set. My pets are actually in the front room so you don't have to worry about them."

A cup of coffee, a curious conversation, and too many forms later, Mike felt like he was in a dream. The girl sitting across the table from him was captivating, a sense of excitement and passion he longed to have and admired. There was a sweetness to her, something he was sure he'd be able to taste in more ways than just her baking skills.

"Okay," her voice cut through his thoughts, "So, we're doing 24 cupcakes, half chocolate and half vanilla, then a 9 inch rounch cake with mint chocolate. And it's rainbow, fairy, unicorn, princess themed. Does that all sound right?"

He chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, sorry I couldn't give you more specifics. She's sort of all over the place and it's a surprise party."

"Oh no, don't worry. I'm going to have fun with this. Does she like glitter?"

He nodded again before taking a quick sip of his coffee. "Yeah, yeah. She loves glitter. Her favorite thing to do is draw as well."

"Perfect. Well, Mike, you're definitely more pleasant than your Aunt," she laughed softly, standing up and placing the form in a little file holder, "But don't tell her I said that. I'll send her the bill tomorrow. I hope Abby loves the cake."

Mike stood up, a tinge of disappointment that their interaction was coming to an end so soon. "I'm sure she will. She loves sweet." He sat his coffee cup in the sink. "So uh, when should I pick up the cake?"

"Oh! Don't worry about it. Jane invited me to the party so I'll just bring it all with me, I could use the networking with other parents so it works out."

His eyes widen some, lips twitching up into a small smile. "Okay, cool. I'll uh, I'll see you next week." He hesitated for a moment before grabbing a rogue napkin and the pen he was using to fill out the forms, quickly scribbling something onto it.

"Here," he handed her the napkin, "My number in case uh, in case you wanna talk more." He paused for a moment, watching her eyes scan the numbers, "For the uh. The cake. The party."

She giggled softly, looking at him as his features began to blush. "Yeah. For the cake and the party."

He chuckled anxiously, "Thanks again. I'll see you later." Mike let himself out before he could make himself even more embarrassed, standing on the porch for a moment after he closed the door behind him, unaware that the sweet baker was inside quietly squealing over the poorly written number.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #mike x reader #mike fluff #fnaf fluff #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fluff #ask #jaz replies #fluff #mike schmidt x reader

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lucky-bucky-boy · 5 months

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omg local baker who Mike has baking abbys bday cake but he has a crush on her ????

Oh my God this is so cute to me. I wanna run a coffee shop/mini bakery and this is just perfect and beautiful omg

I'm writing this with the idea that fnaf happened but didn't *happen* like no one died lmao

Mike wasn't sure what to expect. At all.

But birthdays and holidays were sacred. That he made sure of.

"Hi, sorry," she sounded almost as tired and exasperated as he did, "been a busy day, and my lovely little fur-babies have been noisy."

She wiped her hands on her apron, "I - I don't think we've met before." Her eyebrows were scrunched, confusion etching into her features.

"Uh, yeah, sorry. I'm Mike. My uh- my Aunt Jane suggested you to me. Told me you make the best cakes and cupcakes and gave me your address to place an order."

He nodded, "Yeah, next Saturday at noon."

"Perfect, yes. Come in, we'll fill out the forms and get everything set. My pets are actually in the front room so you don't have to worry about them."

He chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, sorry I couldn't give you more specifics. She's sort of all over the place and it's a surprise party."

"Oh no, don't worry. I'm going to have fun with this. Does she like glitter?"

He nodded again before taking a quick sip of his coffee. "Yeah, yeah. She loves glitter. Her favorite thing to do is draw as well."

"Oh! Don't worry about it. Jane invited me to the party so I'll just bring it all with me, I could use the networking with other parents so it works out."

"Here," he handed her the napkin, "My number in case uh, in case you wanna talk more." He paused for a moment, watching her eyes scan the numbers, "For the uh. The cake. The party."

She giggled softly, looking at him as his features began to blush. "Yeah. For the cake and the party."

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #mike x reader #mike fluff #fnaf fluff #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fluff #ask #jaz replies #fluff #mike schmidt x reader

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lucky-bucky-boy · 5 months

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i actually think shock therapy may do the trick for me, electric chair perhaps?

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i need this man to a point where it’s concerning for feminism

#josh futterman #josh hutcherson #michael schmidt #mike schmidt

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lucky-bucky-boy · 6 months

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Mike schmit, Eddie munson, or loki 😐

I'm taking a break from working on my novel to write some drabble tonight 🫶🏻

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lucky-bucky-boy · 6 months

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I'm taking a break from working on my novel to write some drabble tonight 🫶🏻

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lucky-bucky-boy · 6 months

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Arrogance Incarnate

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki and you don’t get along, at all. It’s infuriating and frustrating, except in the few moments where it’s pure bliss. Inspired by @lokisgoodgirl series Hostile F*cks that I stumbled upon a few days ago.

Word Count: 2859

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, dom/sub elements, angry fuck, pet names, open-ended ending

A/N: This post does not have any of my taglist added as my taglist is now 2 years outdated. I hope you all enjoy this piece as I certainly enjoyed writing again. Let me know what y’all think!

This is set as if everything is happy and okay, everyone lives in the compound together. Also, inspired by @lokisgoodgirl Hostile F*cks series that I stumbled upon the other day!

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!

No one really comprehended how it got like this, some days it was better not to ask and just ignore it. It didn’t start out this way, quite the opposite as a matter of fact; all warm welcomes and soft smiles inevitably turned into agitated sighs and annoyed eye rolls.

You couldn’t help it though. He had become absolutely infuriating; too sure of himself, too cocky, too arrogant… Too Loki.

Nat sat beside you at the kitchen island, finishing up her food as the time neared for her to leave. Majority of the team had been assigned a mission, they wouldn’t be gone for long - only 2 or 3 days - but it required a lot of manpower to assure no one got hurt. You’d been on the last few big missions so Tony let you sit this one out, figuring you’d enjoy some peace and quiet.

Keep reading

#loki smut #loki x reader #Loki Laufeyson #loki one shot #Loki Laufeyson x Reader #marvel smut #loki x reader smut #loki x y/n #marvel one shot #marvel imagine #loki imagine #smut

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lucky-bucky-boy · 6 months

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can't stop thinking bucky and ag!Peter 🫶🏻

send me your thots and ideas so i can write some drabbles

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky #peter parker #spiderman #andrew garfield #ag!peter parker #tasm peter parker

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lucky-bucky-boy · 6 months

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holy shit 🥵

this is fucking fantastic. friends to lovers always gets me but holy hell this is on a different level

just a little biting, a little torture between friends

pairing: best friend!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: your annual halloween movie marathon with your best friend bucky barnes takes a turn when you decide to play a trick on him by wearing a skimpy little outfit to see what he'll do—and he decides to torment you for torturing him.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, biting/marking kink, orgasm delay/denial/control, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, fingering (f receiving), cockwarming, choking, pet names (sugar), aftercare

word count: 11.2k

a/n: ok here's another of my 2022 halloween fics!! the author's note i wrote on ao3 said something about how i hadn't written the friends to lovers trope for bucky yet so i wanted to try and i just have to laugh because that's definitely one of my favorite tropes and i now associate it more with bucky than steve. so anyway! enjoy some smutty friends to lovers!

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you felt a little bit evil—and you couldn’t stop the wicked grin from spreading across your face at the thought. It was the night of your annual Halloween horror movie night with your best friend Bucky Barnes and you decided, to get into the theme of the holiday, you’d play a little trick on your oldest friend. You’d had a crush on Bucky for so long and you just wanted to see what he’d do if you provoked him a little.

Checking yourself out one last time, pushing up your tits in your shirt and twisting to get a look at your ass, you gave a satisfied nod and practically skipped into the living room. “Ta-da!” you singsonged, stopping just inside the doorway and making sure your best friend’s eyes were on you before you did a little twirl, giggling at the headrush. “I wanted to dress for the occasion—do you like it, Buck?” you asked, gesturing at your outfit.

You wore what could have been considered a cute and comfy pajama set, but the fact that you’d deliberately ordered it a few sizes too small and wore neither a bra nor panties underneath made the outfit practically indecent. The set consisted of satiny black shorts dotted in ruby red lips with white vampire fangs and a matching black cropped tank top with the same design in the center. Since the clothes were too small, your tits pushed against the top, nipples peaked and obvious in the cool air of Bucky’s apartment, while the shorts completely failed to cover your ass, so the bottom curves hung out the bottom.

With the way the clothes clung to your body, it was easily the most revealing outfit you’d ever worn around your best friend, even more than your bikinis since it left nothing to the imagination. You were hoping to inspire some kind of reaction—and you weren’t disappointed.

For a long moment, Bucky was too stunned to speak, making your smile brighten. Your best friend sat on the couch, lounging in some soft gray sweatpants and a worn white t-shirt—which, if you were being honest with yourself, was just as deliciously tempting as your little getup. His stubble-covered jaw hung slack and his blue eyes turned molten as you watched him devour every inch of your exposed skin with his gaze.

Finally, Bucky seemed to snap himself out of his speechless stupor. He sat up and wolf-whistled as he dragged his gaze back up your body, making goosebumps break out all over your skin. “Sugar, sugar, sugar,” he said, shaking his head as he gave you another onceover, drawing it out to make it obvious he wanted you to know he was looking. “You’re looking so damn bitable in that outfit.”

Giggling, you skipped closer to the couch. “I’m taking that as a compliment,” you told him, with your chin held high, proud of yourself for getting a reaction out of your best friend.

When you were within reach, Bucky suddenly bent forward and snatched you around the waist, dragging you to stand between his knees while he sat on the edge of the couch. You let out a breathless giggle, loving the way his hands felt on your body, their heat seeping through the thin fabric of your pajama set while he manhandled you. Feeling your best friend touch you wasn’t anything new—Bucky liked having you within arm’s reach of him so he could always have his hands on you or arms around you. But when he hauled you around, it always sent a thrill to your core. All you could think about was him using his strength against you and how hot it would be.

Shaking off your less-than-innocent thoughts, your hands settled on Bucky’s broad shoulders, the cotton of his shirt soft under your fingers, and the heat of his skin just beneath enticing you a little too much. You smiled easily down at your best friend, your heart beating faster in your chest just from being so close to him.

“Of course it’s a compliment,” he quipped, a lopsided grin on his handsome face. But the longer you stared down at him and he looked up at you, his ice blue eyes slowly heating and going molten again, a new kind of tension hummed to life between you and your best friend. It felt like a tether, tugging you closer and you felt yourself swaying into Bucky’s chest. When he finally spoke, it was in a lower, more serious voice. “Did you buy this just for me, sugar?”

Unable to trust your tongue, you nodded. For a moment, you wondered if you should go back into his room and change into something else. You’d successfully provoked him, you’d gotten your reaction. But the longer Bucky stared at you with those big blue eyes, his jaw ticking with a tension you’d never seen in your best friend before, the more you wanted to keep your outfit on and see just how far you could push him. Between your thoughts and the way he looked at you, a simmering heat settled in your core and you felt yourself growing damp.

Finally, the thrumming tension between you and Bucky snapped as he sat back and cleared his throat. He straightened and the expression on his face morphed back into one of charming friendliness. “Gimme another twirl, sugar, I wanna see it again,” he urged, his voice somewhere between gruff and his normal tone.

Though you would have preferred to press your legs together against the ache building between your thighs, you twirled in place for your best friend, spinning once and giggling as you got a little dizzy. Before you could settle back on your feet in front of Bucky, his big hands were on your hips, turning you until you faced away from him. His palms settled on your hips, feeling like they could scorch your skin through your clothes.

As you wondered why he was holding you so firmly, his fingers digging into your soft curves, you felt something solid and sharp dig into your butt cheek, not enough to break the skin but hard enough to hurt. You squealed and jumped, jerking against Bucky’s hold but he held you so tightly you didn’t go anywhere. Twisting your torso around, you found your best friend with his teeth sunk into your flesh through your shorts, eyes closed like he was savoring the feel of you. When Bucky’s hot breath exhaled against your satin-covered ass, you shivered in his hands. Feeling the sting of his bite and the warmth of his breath sent electric thrills pulsing directly to your clit.

It took you a moment to remember you shouldn’t be getting off on your best friend biting your ass and you shook your head to clear it of all the filthy thoughts that were starting to take up too much space in your mind. “Did you just bite me!?” you asked in an affronted tone, though you could hear a breathless catch in your voice and hoped Bucky was too preoccupied to notice.

He pulled back, leaving your skin feeling tender and hot and you had to lock your knees so you didn’t squirm. A shameless grin spread across Bucky’s face as he looked up at you with slightly hazy eyes. “Sure did, sugar,” he rumbled in a deep voice.

“Bucky,” you whined on an exhale, trying to break free from his grip, but your best friend wrapped his arms around your body, easily holding you in place. His strength sent a thrill through you, and you could feel your wetness starting to leak into your shorts even as you squirmed.

Bucky pulled you tight against him, his face pressing into your lower back. The feel of his hot breath on your skin only served to make you squirmier and you used your attempts to break free to squeeze your thighs together against the ache in your core. The fact that he was so much stronger than you and still so careful not to hurt you, it was only making you wetter. For the first time since getting dressed, you realized it may have been a bad idea to forgo panties—you could feel the thin satin growing wet where it was pulled tight against your slit.

“You just look so damn bitable, sugar,” Bucky said gruffly, his voice partially muffled from his face pressing into your body. He crushed you tighter to him with his arms, his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his t-shirt. “How could I control myself?”

“Bucky,” you said, your voice a breathless whisper that held more whine than protest. It was a needy sound, the way you said your best friend’s name, and if you weren’t so focused on escaping from his hold before he discovered how wet you were getting in his arms, you would’ve been embarrassed by the obvious desire in your voice. When Bucky chuckled against you, the vibrations of his laugh reverberating through your body and his breath ghosting over the skin of your lower back, it was all you could do to bite back a desperate whimper.

“Just one more,” Bucky mumbled a moment before you felt his teeth dig into your other butt cheek. Even though he’d warned you, the sharp sting of his bite made your hips jerk forward reflexively, the seam of your shorts wedging between your lower lips and pulling against your clit. You had to bite your lip hard to stop yourself from moaning, and even then, it was a near thing. The pain and pleasure of Bucky’s teeth on you, even through the thin fabric, and the teasing pull of your shorts had your head lolling back as you sank into the feeling.

For a long moment, Bucky held himself against your ass, his mouth open and latched onto your ass, his breaths hot and damp as they ghosted over your barely covered skin. He was biting hard enough that you wondered if he’d leave a mark, not just the indents of his teeth in your skin, but a bruise that would take days to heal. The thought had heat flashing through your body, settling heavily in your core.

Slowly, the ache of Bucky’s bite lessened the longer he stayed with his teeth on you and you were able to gather your thoughts enough to remember you should probably protest his treatment of your body. “Best friends don’t bite best friends!” you chided, saying the first thing that came to mind, more than a little relieved when your voice was stronger than you’d expected.

Bucky chuckled against your ass, the sounds vibrating through your skin and sending a pulse of pleasure directly to your core, making your pussy throb with need. Flustered and achy between your thighs, you tried to squirm out of your best friend’s hold. Finally, he let you go and you whirled around to face him, giving him your best pout.

There wasn’t a trace of remorse in Bucky’s big grin or his icy gaze as he stared up at you. Instead, he looked you dead in the eye like he wanted to make sure you heard him loud and clear when he spoke. “You’re my best friend, you’re mine—that makes you mine to bite,” he said, his voice deep and rumbly in a way that did things to your throbbing core.

The way he looked at you, so intense it took your breath away, made you wonder if you’d gotten yourself in over your head with your little trick on Bucky. In an attempt to get things back to normal, you pushed aside the thought of how much you wanted him to be serious and rolled your eyes at his ridiculous statement. Bucky liked to act possessive, but he’d never taken things further than occasionally groping your ass when he hugged you, so you knew his words were just talk. And maybe, deep in your mind, you were still trying to provoke him into finally—finally—doing something more than a little groping. So you scoffed as you turned away from him, calling over your shoulder, “I’m not yours, Buck.”

You padded over to the kitchen, making sure your ass swung back and forth as you walked, and grabbed the bowl of assorted candy Bucky had gotten for the spooky movie night. When you turned around, your heart thumped at the way your best friend was looking at you. His blue eyes were narrowed slightly, but alight with mischief, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. You’d known your best friend long enough to know that was his scheming face, and your pace slowed as you returned to the couch, wary of what exactly Bucky could be planning for you.

As you got closer, prepared to flop down next to your best friend like you normally did when you watched movies at his house, Bucky reclined back into the couch and patted his thigh with one hand. “C’mon sugar, your seat’s right here,” he rumbled in a low, alluring tone.

Your eyes were drawn to Bucky’s hand. The way it looked against his strong thigh and the invitation inherent in the gesture were giving you too many ideas—like what your best friend’s thigh would feel like pressed between your legs while he groped your ass and kissed you breathless. You and your best friend had never kissed, but you’d spent so much time wondering what his lips would feel like on yours, the craving was familiar.

Your needy thoughts were almost enough to distract you from the outline of Bucky’s cock in his gray sweatpants, and you had to wrench your gaze away from it before you got any more ideas that would leave you soaking through your shorts. You’d looked long enough to notice he was long and thick, and, if you weren’t mistaken, starting to get hard. When you looked up into his face, Bucky wore a smug smile. Even as your cheeks heated at being caught looking at your best friend’s dick, you rolled your eyes at him to try to show you were unaffected by the sight of him in his sweatpants—even though your slit was definitely wetter.

As you neared the couch, you were planning to ignore your best friend’s invitation to sit on his lap, stopping next to his outstretched knee and spinning to plop down next to him. But as you went to sit down, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and hauled you into his lap anyway. A startled shriek left your lips as he pulled you down onto his thighs and you were barely able to stop yourself from upending the bowl of candy. As soon as you got your balance, you twisted in Bucky’s arms and glared up at your best friend.

“What if I didn’t want to sit in your lap?” you asked in a bratty tone, unable to stop yourself from protesting, even as you secretly reveled in the way he manhandled you. He shifted you until your ass was on one of his thighs and you were seated sideways across his lap. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over both your legs.

Bucky took so long to answer your question, you thought he wasn’t going to, but as he tucked you in against his chest and grabbed the TV remote to turn it on, he murmured in your ear, “Hush, sugar, we both know my lap is exactly where you want to be.”

A shiver skated down your spine and you were barely able to hold yourself still so Bucky wouldn’t feel the way he affected you. Instead, you focused on relaxing and settling into Bucky’s arms. It was cozy and your best friend smelled good—like laundry detergent and something earthy like oak. He had one arm circled behind your back, the other settled over your thighs beneath the blanket, his skin warm against yours. You set the bowl of candy on the couch next to Bucky and glanced up to see what movie he’d picked to start off the marathon.

“Oh no, Buck,” you half-heartedly protested. “I heard this one’s really scary.” Horror movies weren’t your favorite, but Bucky loved them, so you indulged your best friend once a year around Halloween for a spooky move marathon where he got to pick everything you watched. Normally, you watched without protest, but all the reviews you’d seen of the one he’d chosen said it was the scariest thing they’d ever seen and you weren’t sure if you could do it. You pushed off his chest until you could look up into his face, giving him your best pleading look.

Bucky looked down at you fondly, his hand on your thigh stroking your skin comfortingly, though it had a naughtier effect on you and forced you to hold back another shiver. “Don’t worry, sugar, I’ll protect you.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “How are you going to protect me from getting scared?”

Bucky’s face morphed into a mischievous smirk. “If you watch it with me, you’ll enjoy it—I promise,” he said, his expression earnest even as his blue eyes glittered with excitement. Whether he was simply excited to watch the movie or to watch you be scared by the movie, you weren’t sure.

You were a little doubtful, but Bucky was your best friend and he knew you just as well as you knew him, so you trusted him. If he said you’d enjoy the movie, he was probably right. With a small, murmured, “OK,” you settled back against Bucky’s chest, plucking some candy from the bowl as he started the movie.

For a little while, you and your best friend watched the movie. You were working your way through all the red and pink Starburst candies while he idly ate some Skittles as the movie introduced the characters and the premise of the story on Bucky’s massive TV screen. You were enjoying yourself—until the first jump scare of the film, when you let out a little shriek and turned to bury your face in your best friend’s chest.

Bucky jumped too, his arm around your back squeezing you tighter, reminding you that you were safe and secure in his lap. Your best friend glanced down at you with a reassuring smile, and his eyes seemed to catch on your lips, which were swollen and reddened from eating the Starbursts. As you watched, Bucky’s ice blue eyes darkened. He pulled his other hand out from under the blanket, cupping your chin and swiping his thumb along your lower lip.

Something about the way Bucky held you had you melting further into his grip, completely forgetting the movie that had scared you in the first place. His eyes traced the curve of your lip as his thumb stroked over it again. His gaze darted up to meet your eyes for a moment and he must’ve seen in your gaze how much you wanted him to keep going because he returned to staring at your lips, then lowered his head closer to yours. “So damn bitable,” he murmured as if to himself.

A breath caught in your throat as you realized what he was doing a second before his teeth caught your lower lip, giving it a teasing bite before retreating. Again, Bucky looked into your eyes and you let him see your gaze go hazy with your need for him. You best friend’s eyes widened slightly and then he was groaning, his lips slanting against yours in a kiss.

Everything you’d imagined about kissing Bucky paled in comparison to the reality of actually having his mouth on yours. His lips were soft as he applied the perfect amount of pressure, contrasting against the stubble that rasped over your skin. Your hands gripped either side of Bucky’s face, clinging to him out of fear that he would pull away too soon. Instead, his tongue licked into your mouth and you could taste the Skittles he’d been eating, the fruity flavor bursting in your mouth as he explored. You couldn’t hold back a moan as your best friend devoured your mouth like he couldn’t get enough of you, your fingers digging into his soft brown hair.

When Bucky finally pulled away, your chest heaved, lungs pulling in much-needed oxygen. He breathed harshly too, his mouth not retreating too far so you could feel him breathing against your lips. Bucky nibbled on your lower lip, the feel of his teeth sinking into your swollen flesh making you moan softly.

“Such pretty sounds, sugar,” Bucky murmured in between teasing bites. “All for me.”

Your mind was too fuzzy and lust-drunk to think too hard, but the knowledge that your best friend had finally kissed you still managed to permeate. The happiness of that awareness was only marred by the confusion you felt. “Wha-what’re you doing, Buck?” you asked in a breathless voice, opening your eyes to look up into your best friend’s face.

His expression was soft and affectionate and just a little bit mischievous as he smiled down at you. “Shh,” he soothed, pressing a peck to your lips before using his hold on your chin to turn your face back to the TV and settle you against his chest. “Just watch the movie.”

You tried to do as your best friend said, eyes staring at the screen, but your body was buzzing too much from Bucky’s kiss to settle down fully. It didn’t help that you couldn’t stop wondering what it meant. You’d wanted Bucky to kiss you for so long, but why now? You tried to puzzle out your best friend’s motivations as you stared unseeingly at the movie on the screen.

The feeling of Bucky’s hand on your thigh, his palm hot on your skin, dragged you out of your thoughts. You squirmed in his lap, hands fisting in his soft cotton shirt over his broad chest. As you wiggled, your ass grazed Bucky’s cock in his sweatpants, his half-hard length hot underneath you.

“So restless tonight,” he murmured in your ear, as if he wasn’t the whole reason you couldn’t sit still. His hand skated further up your thigh until his fingers dug into your soft flesh less than an inch from your heated core. “Tell me something, sugar, are you wearing panties under these little shorts?”

Shaking your head slightly, your answer was barely loud enough to be heard over the movie when you said, “No.” You felt so naughty admitting that to your best friend, your arousal growing slicker between your lower lips. His fingers were so close, just a little further and he’d be able to feel exactly how wet you were from the way you soaked your shorts.

Bucky let out a harsh exhale and his fingers flexed, digging deeper into your soft thigh. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sugar,” he groaned, his voice low and intoxicating. “How’m I supposed to just sit here and watch horror movies when my pretty little best friend is squirming in my lap—and she’s not wearing any panties?”

Before you could gather your thoughts enough to answer, Bucky’s fingers closed the distance between him and your mound, rubbing your slit over your shorts. You could tell by the way he sucked in a sharp breath that he could feel exactly how much you’d soaked through the fabric. Burying your face in Bucky’s neck, his stubble rasping over your temple, your bit down on your lip to hold back a moan at the feel of him finally touching you.

“So wet, sugar,” Bucky mocked with a sweet lilt in his voice like his lips were curled into a smile. He stroked his finger up and down the seam of your pajama shorts, pushing between your folds until you could feel him teasing your entrance through the thin satiny fabric. “Is this all for me—all for your best friend?”

A hiccuping gasp fell from your lips when you stopped biting the bottom one to answer and you gripped his shirt tighter as your hips writhed against Bucky’s finger. “Y-yes,” you admitted, trembling in his lap. Without thinking, since you were too consumed by Bucky to think much anymore, you spread your legs for him, giving his hand more room.

Bucky took advantage of the move, cupping your mound in his big hand, his finger pressing against your pussy through your shorts, teasing you with the thought of filling you up. “Good girl,” he praised in a gravelly voice, rewarding your honesty by grinding the heel of his palm against your clit. You cried out, face pressed into his neck, hips grinding against his hand. “That’s it, sugar,” he encouraged, holding his hand still while you rocked against it, letting out little whimpers. “Get yourself nice and fucking drenched for me.”

Before you could come just from grinding on your best friend’s hand, Bucky pulled away and you arched your back, your hips seeking the friction he was all of a sudden denying you, letting out a desperate little whining sound when you couldn’t grind on anything. Your clit buzzed and your pussy pulsed with need. When you cracked your eyes open and tilted your head back, you found Bucky staring down at you, eyes sparkling with deviousness because he knew what he’d done to you. He brushed his fingers down the side of your face and ducked down for a too-short kiss that left you whimpering and chasing his lips.

“Are you feeling needy, sugar?” Bucky asked in that same sweetly mocking tone, a smug smirk pulling up the corners of his mouth. “Are you feeling desperate to come all over you best friend’s hand like a needy little slut?”

“Bucky, please!” you begged, reaching for his hand, which was resting innocently on your knee, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and tugging. He didn’t move an inch. “If you don’t touch me, I’m gonna die!” You knew you were being overdramatic but you didn’t care. He’d left you hanging on the edge and you were even more desperate than he accused you of being. You tugged harder on his hand, but he still didn’t budge, your strength nothing compared to his.

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you came out here looking like such a fucking cocktease,” he said, fake pity in his voice.

Suddenly, you realized Bucky had been planning to get you riled up and leave you hanging since you’d claimed you weren’t his. This is what his scheming face had been about. Call it best friend sixth sense, but you knew how his brain worked and you knew that when Bucky took revenge, he could sometimes go a little overboard. And you’d gone and provoked him, so now you were left with the consequences.

Before you could respond, his hand moved from your knee and your hips wriggled eagerly, still riding the edge of your release, but he bypassed your slit entirely and instead hooked a finger in the neckline of your crop top. He tugged it down harshly until your tits bounced free, wrenching a gasp from your lips as your nipples were exposed to the cool air.

“Bucky,” you whined in half-hearted protest, though you made no move to cover yourself from your best friend’s eager blue eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to play coy, but the breathlessness of your voice as Bucky groped your soft tits drained all the innocence from your statement.

Bucky laughed harshly as he played with your tits, pinching your nipples and rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. “You knew exactly what you were doing, sugar,” he accused in a growly tone, the underlying current of his own arousal taking all the heat of anger out of it. “You were trying to torture me by strutting around in your little matching PJs showing off these perfect tits and your bitable ass,” he continued, his other hand digging underneath you until he was gripping your ass. His big hand spanned your whole butt cheek, fingers digging in and making you squirm in his hold.

Bucky’s blue eyes blazed with hunger and need as he watched you react to the way he played with your body. “Did you want to see how far you could push me before I went out of my mind and fucked you?” he demanded in the same harsh tone, but he didn’t wait for an answer—not that you could give him one with how consumed you were by the way he touched you. “Well congratulations, sugar, you did it,” he said, his hand trailing down from your peaked nipples to the hem of your shorts, teasing along the hem. “And now you’re gonna have to endure while I torture you a little bit before I give you exactly what you need.” His eyes flicked back to yours, hooded with need. “D’you think you can handle that, sugar?”

Before he’d even finished asking the question, you were nodding. “Yes, Bucky, please,” you begged, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and trying to push his hand into your shorts. He only moved of his own volition, slipping his hand under the hem, his rough fingertips stroking the soft skin just above your mound. “I’ll do anything, just touch me—please!”

A devious chuckle ghosted out of Bucky’s mouth, ruffling your hair. “Y’know for someone who claims they aren’t mine, you sure seem desperate for me to treat you like you’re mine, sugar,” he teased in a sweetly mocking tone that had you squirming in his lap.

Not knowing what to say to that since you wanted to be his, you’d just never known how to tell him without risking your friendship, you whined and yanked on his wrist trying to move him closer to your wet core. Again, he only moved when he wanted to move, sliding his hand against your skin until the tip of his middle finger grazed the top of your slit. Just that little touch was enough to drag a wanton moan out of you, your head falling back even though he’d barely touched you.

Bucky laughed again, the sound low and sinful. “So fucking desperate, sugar,” he said, his words a reprimand but his tone filled with heat. He rubbed your clit once, making you buck into his hand, before sliding his finger lower and circling your hole. “So fucking wet,” he growled before plunging his finger into your grasping channel, your inner walls clutching at him.

Your spine arched and you would’ve fallen off Bucky’s lap if not for his arm bracing against your back, his other hand holding the back of your neck. It was just one finger but it felt so, so good to have him finally inside you. When he didn’t move, you cracked your eyes open and stared up at Bucky, who wore a greedy expression on his face.

“Is this what you needed, sugar?” he asked, starting to pump his finger in and out of you slowly. “You dressed like a slutty little cocktease so your best friend would finger your needy pussy?”

You squirmed in his lap and felt your ass brush against Bucky’s hot, hard length in his sweatpants. Instinctually, you pressed closer, wiggling against your best friend’s cock while he fingered your pussy, moaning when you felt him twitch through his pants. Your core pulsed with need, and grew wetter as you suddenly craved the feeling of being stretched out by Bucky’s dick.

Yanking his finger out of your pussy and his hand out of your shorts, Bucky let out a harsh exhale. “Fuck, sugar,” he grunted, grabbing one of your hands where they were fisted in his shirt and pulling it down until it rested over his hard length through his sweatpants. “Feel what you fucking do to me?”

“Bucky,” you whined, his name a plea from your lips. Your fingers wrapped around the bulge in his pants, gripping his cock and stroking him as well as you could through the fabric.

Groaning as his head fell back against the couch, Bucky’s hips rose up slightly, bucking into your hand while you groped him. He dragged his head back up and stared down at you, tilting your chin up so he could look into your eyes. “Does my best friend want my cock?” he asked, his voice rough and raspy even as his eyes sparkled with ravenous desire. “Is she too needy to be satisfied by my fingers?” A hint of mocking colored his tone, but it only served to make you needier.

“Yes, yes, please, Bucky,” you begged, stroking him harder and faster, not thinking about what you were saying, just voicing your horny thoughts as they came to you. “Need your cock, need to feel my pussy stretch around you while you fill me up to the brim—need you so fucking bad, Bucky, please, please, please.” As you spoke, you tried to pull your best friend’s pants down but he caught your wrists, staying your hands. When you looked up into his face, Bucky’s expression was tense with barely leashed need.

“Fine,” Bucky bit out through clenched teeth, his jaw gritted so hard you were a little worried he’d crack a tooth. “But I’m not done torturing you yet.” Bucky moved the bowl of candy to the coffee table. Then he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you securely as he shifted on the couch until he was propped up against the arm, reclining back against some Halloween-themed throw pillows you’d bought for his place.

The sight of them distracted you for a second and made you smile thinking about the way he’d indulged your love of Halloween decorations while you picked them out at the store. He’d had his hands on you the entire time you were in the store, either holding your hand while he pushed the cart or keeping an arm slung around your shoulders as you stood in line. But you never would’ve thought you’d end up in his lap, about to take his cock, while he laid against them. It was a surreal moment and you felt yourself spiraling a little into your thoughts, wondering what he was doing and what you were doing going along with it. But then Bucky pulled your focus back to him.

Using his strength, he manhandled your body until you were straddling his lap, your soft core pressing on his hard length through both your clothes. You groaned at the feeling and he grunted, his hips thrusting up instinctively. Bucky’s hands settled on your waist and he held you pressed down on his cock, not even letting your ass squirm in his hold.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, sugar,” Bucky started, his voice strained, almost like he was in pain. “I’m going to give you my cock and you’re going to settle down and watch the movie,” he said. The authority ringing in his tone had you leaking through your shorts, almost certainly leaving a wet spot on his light gray sweatpants, but unable to care as your best friend’s blue eyes held you captive with his penetrating gaze. “And don’t you dare fucking come before I give you permission, you got it?”

You sucked in a sharp breath at the command, head swimming, nodding before you’d even realized you were doing it. “Yes,” you agreed on a gasp once you remembered how talking worked. “I got it.”

“Good girl,” Bucky practically purred and you glowed at the praise even as more heat shot straight to your pussy at the sound of his rumbling voice. He reached down and pushed his sweatpants down his hips, lifting both himself and you to slide them down far enough to free his cock.

Your best friend’s cock bounced free of his pants and your hands immediately went to the hard length, fingers circling his girth. Bucky was so thick your fingers couldn’t meet even when you squeezed him slightly. You gave your best friend a slow stroke, reveling in the feel of the veins along the shaft bumping against your palm, following the slight curve of him up to his wide tip. You marveled at your best friend’s cock, distracted by the sudden urge to take him in your mouth.

Before you could follow through on that thought, though, Bucky gently pried your fingers from his dick and fisted the base. His big hand gripping your ass pulled you up onto your knees until you were hovering above his cockhead. But when you pulled your shorts to the side, Bucky stopped you from sinking down on his length.

“Condoms are in the coffee table drawer,” he said, chest puffing up with heavy breaths. His blue eyes were dark and wide as he stared up at you, almost like he was begging you to be quick about it. Your best friend was just as eager to fill you up as you were to be filled by him and that realization sparked another. You didn’t want your first time with Bucky to be with anything separating you two.

You glanced at the coffee table, but turned back to Bucky, shaking your head. “I’m good with no condom if you are,” you said, trying and failing to keep the eagerness out of your voice. You reached down, wrapping your fingers around Bucky’s hand still gripping his cock, lining the tip up with your entrance.

“Fuck yes—you sure, sugar?” Bucky gritted out and your heart thumped in your chest as you were reminded for the hundredth time why you’d had a crush on your best friend for so long. He was holding himself back and checking in with you, prioritizing your comfort over his own. It only made you want him more.

“Yeah, Bucky,” you leaned forward, lips grazing his stubbled cheek until your mouth was right next to his ear. “You’re my best friend, I trust you—and I want you bare inside me.”

“Fuck,” Bucky cursed. His hand shifted from your ass to your hip as he guided you to sink down on his cock. When the wide tip of his cock was enveloped in your tight heat, he groaned loudly, cursing again, “Fuck.”

You braced your hands on his chest for balance, fingers curling into his hard pecs and relishing the feel of him hot and hard under you as you slowly sank down on his dick. Inch by inch, you pressed down until your ass hit your best friend’s thighs and it was perfect. Your spine arched and you tossed your head back, letting a moan slip past your lips as you basked in the delicious feeling of your best friend’s cock stretching and filling up your tight hole. The curve of his dick had the tip of him hitting a spot deep inside you that drove you wild and you started grinding down on him.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you against his chest and thrusting up into you, dragging ragged moans from both of you, before settling you down on his cock. “You feel so good, sugar,” he grunted, his lips finding yours and giving you a slow, drugging kiss. You could still taste Skittles on his tongue and you groaned into his mouth, trying to kiss him more fiercely. But Bucky pulled back, an arrogant smirk on his lips. “Nuh uh, it’s my turn to torture you, remember?”

Reluctantly, you nodded, but you couldn’t help yourself from pulling the corners of your mouth down in an exaggerated frown. Bucky smiled and cupped your face in his big hands.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing a short and sweet kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, pressing his forehead to yours and letting his lips ghost against your mouth as he spoke. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock, sugar, I just wanna sit here and feel you dripping all the way down to my balls while we watch a horror movie, alright?”

He asked you so nicely, you couldn’t help but give in to his request. “OK,” you answered in a whisper when all you wanted to do was whine and roll your hips on his cock. You managed to stop yourself from being bad, but only barely.

A grin spread across Bucky’s face and he leaned in, biting your bottom lip, the sharp sting of his teeth making your pussy clamp down on his cock reflexively. Your moans tripped over each other, your breaths tangling in the tiny space between your lips. Bucky’s teeth clicked against each other as he gritted his jaw to hold himself back while you watched him wrestle to control his desire.

You couldn’t help yourself, you squeezed him again with your inner walls—this time on purpose. It seemed you couldn’t resist the urge to get a reaction out of your best friend, even when his cock was buried deep in your pussy.

Bucky’s blue eyes widened as he grunted in pleasure, but they quickly narrowed into slits. His hand swatted your ass, giving you a sharp smack, making you yelp and jerk against him, but he held you down with his other palm on your lower back. “Be good,” he warned. “Stay still and keep my cock nice and warm while we watch the movie.”

After you nodded to show you understood, Bucky grabbed the remote from underneath his legs and hit the rewind button. While he searched for the spot in the movie where you both stopped watching, you settled into his lap, tucking your head under his chin and getting as comfortable as you could while sitting on your best friend’s cock. You focused on his scent—so fresh and familiar—and the steady sound of his heart beating in his chest. By the time Bucky hit play, you’d stopped squirming and were mostly successful in ignoring the feel of your pussy throbbing while his cock was stuffed deep inside you, stretching you out.

Bucky kissed your temple and smoothed his hands over your back, fingers tracing idly up and down your spine. “Good girl,” he murmured. The praise was enough reward for the moment and you settled down even more, trying to get back into the movie.

In just a few short minutes, your best friend was seemingly engrossed in the horror movie again, while you were struggling to stay still and quiet. Part of you wanted to try to provoke him, and see what he’d do if you weren’t good like he’d told you to be, but another, more significant part wanted to follow his orders. Still, you were finding it difficult to pay attention to the movie when your best friend’s cock was filling your pussy. You could feel your heartbeat in your clit, drumming a constant rhythm of need and if you concentrated, you could’ve sworn you could feel the veins on Bucky’s dick pulse inside you. And you were so wet, your pussy dripping down to the base of his cock. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how easy it would be to slide up and down, get the friction your pussy was begging for.

A loud bang! sounded from the TV as something evil lunged out of the shadows on screen and you jumped in fright, your entire body clenching in response—including your pussy. You clamped down hard on Bucky’s cock, pulling a loud grunt from your best friend as his hips pushed up reflexively against your soft pussy. The scared little scream you’d let out at the jump scare devolved into a debauched moan. You melted against Bucky’s chest, going boneless from just that one thrust.

“Fuck, sugar,” Bucky groaned, his fingers digging into your waist, hard enough you distantly wondered if he’d leave bruises. The thought of him marking you made you burn hotter, your arousal dripping down your best friend’s cock. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, so warm and soft,” he murmured in a tortured voice.

When you lifted your head to look up at your best friend, you found his thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. Reaching up, you raked your nails through the stubble decorating Bucky’s sharp jaw and he dragged his head up to look at you. Your need was building inside you and before you could control yourself, you leaned up and sucked Bucky’s lower lip into your mouth, teeth digging into his flesh and biting down on your best friend.

Groaning loudly against your mouth, Bucky’s hips jerked under you and he shoved his cock so deep inside your pussy, you pulled away with a sharp gasp. When you opened your eyes, Bucky was glowering at you, but the way his blue eyes were darkened with desire took all the heat out of the expression.

“You were being so good for me, sugar,” he started, pulling you up his chest until his mouth found your neck, kissing and licking just beneath your ear. Your nipples, still exposed by your pulled down top, dragged over the soft cotton of Bucky’s shirt, teasing them and sending sparks down to your pussy. “But my slutty little cocktease of a best friend just couldn’t keep it up, could you?” Bucky bit the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking until he was sure to leave a mark, while all you could do was moan and squirm, his arms holding you pinned against his chest.

“Bucky, please,” you cried out softly, fingers digging into his soft brown hair and clinging to him as he trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and licking at your skin to soothe his little bites. “I need more, I need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, your voice breathless with desperation.

Too distracted by your neediness, you didn’t notice one of Bucky’s hands reaching between your bodies until it wrapped around the front of your throat. With a firm, but not too tight grip, he pushed you back so he could look at you properly. Your best friend’s ice blue eyes raked over your face, lingering on every trace of desire and pleading in your expression.

“Did you finally learn how to use your words to ask for what you want, sugar?” he asked, his tone sweetly mocking even as his blue eyes stared so deeply into your own it felt like he could see right through you and straight to your heart, your soul. “Are you finally sorry for acting like a fucking cocktease and parading around my apartment in your skimpy little outfit instead of using your words to beg me to fuck you like the slut we both know you are?”

A warmth filled your cheeks, and you felt properly chastened by your best friend’s words, ducking your head and tearing your gaze away from Bucky’s long enough to gather your thoughts. You realized you were even more turned on by the way he talked to you, loving the feeling of being called out for how you’d treated him. You liked that Bucky put you in your place. Before you could stop it, the apology tumbled past your lips. “I’m sorry, Bucky,” you whispered while in the background the horror movie played on the TV.

Bucky’s hand still circled your throat like a necklace and he used it to tilt your chin up until he could meet your eyes. Concern swirled in the depths of his blue gaze, but when you smiled and blinked slowly up at him, he relaxed back into the pillows on the couch. Your best friend’s mouth curled up into a smirk like he knew he was right about something. “Are you ready to admit you’re mine, sugar?” he asked, his voice warm and sweet like honey.

Panic swelled in your chest, and you wondered if Bucky could feel the way fear fluttered in your veins beneath his fingers on neck. Wetting your lip, you tried to think about how to answer your best friend’s question without giving away how much you really, truly wanted to be his. You and Bucky had wandered well past the line separating you from just best friends to something more, but you didn’t know how much he meant what he was saying. Did he really want you to be his or would he go back to being your handsy-but-nothing-more best friend after this? Would he act like it had been nothing, just a little biting, a little torture between friends?

You took too long to answer your best friend’s question and his fingers dug gently into the sides of your throat, dragging you out of your panicked, spiraling thoughts. Bucky’s brows were furrowed with concern again and you couldn’t stand the sight so you dropped your gaze to his mouth. Your best friend had such a nice mouth. You loved the way the corners curled up like he had a permanent smirk on his face.

That mouth pressed into a line for a moment before Bucky’s lips parted and he spoke. “Do you not want to be mine, sugar, or do you need me to torture it out of you?” When your eyes darted up to look into his ice blue gaze at the second option, he made a rumbling sound in his chest that sounded like he was coming to a decision. “Torture it is,” he grumbled.

The horror movie he’d picked out played on the TV completely forgotten as Bucky grabbed you around your waist and picked you up, flipping you down onto your back, his hips settling into the cradle of your thighs. You both groaned at the feel of him sinking even deeper into your pussy, his thick cock still stretching you out around him. Before you could wrap your legs around Bucky’s waist, though, he pulled out, sitting back on his heels so he could bring your legs together. He tugged your pajama shorts down over your ass and off your legs so fast it was like they’d offended him. He did the same with your top, yanking it over your head and tossing it to join your shorts on the floor.

Bucky stopped for a moment, going still as he stared down at you naked and bare beneath him on the couch. When your hands fluttered over your stomach, anxiously trying to cover yourself, he batted them away. “No, sugar,” he said in a stern voice that had you quickly obeying. “I want to see just how pretty my best friend is.” His blue eyes darkened as he traced every inch of your bare skin and soft curves. “So fucking pretty,” he murmured almost to himself.

When he’d seemingly looked his fill, Bucky stood quickly, pulling his shirt over his head and shucking his pants off as quickly as possible before he kneeled back between your spread thighs. With one hand, Bucky fisted his cock while the other traced up your chest, plucking at both of your nipples before circling your throat and pinning you to the couch. His blue gaze held you just as captive as he stared you right in the eye while he fed his dick into your pussy, tormenting you with how slowly he moved.

“You want it hard and fast, sugar?” he asked in a gravelly voice, pulling his cock out of your warm, wet channel until only the tip remained.

“Yes, yes, Bucky, yes, please,” you begged, staring past his hand down your body to see his length glistening and drenched with your desire. Your hips bucked up in a wordless plea for him to bury himself inside you, but Bucky held you down with his hand not wrapped around your throat.

Instead, Bucky pushed in slow, slow, slow, making you feel every single inch of his thick cock. You felt every bump of his veins and the press of his curved dick, unable to move to take him faster with him holding you pinned to the couch. A tortured whine sounded deep in your throat, the pathetic sound bouncing off the walls of Bucky’s apartment.

“Bucky, please, please, please,” you chanted, eyes opened wide and staring up at your best friend. “Please, I need you to fuck me!”

Above you, Bucky chuckled, even as his brow started to bead with sweat from holding himself back. Despite your pleas, he pulled out and pushed in as slowly as he could manage, refusing to pick up speed even a little. “What’re you talking about, sugar, I am fucking you,” he teased, his mouth curled up in a ruthless grin. He was glorious and infuriating and you fucking loved him.

The sudden awareness of your feelings was like a livewire in your body, sending your entire being into chaos. Your heart pounded in your chest and your pussy throbbed for more even as panic tried to seize your limbs. It was all too much, and you couldn’t school your features; you didn’t know how much Bucky could see on your face so you screwed your eyes shut so at least it didn’t feel like he was coaxing your soul out to bond with his. But you couldn’t escape your best friend when you were pinned beneath him by his hands and his cock. He knew he finally had you.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Bucky ordered, pressing his thumb and middle finger into the sides of your throat until your eyes popped back open. You found your best friend looking just as wild as you felt, emotions churning in his darkened blue eyes, desperation warring with hunger and need and something else you couldn’t name but you felt your heart lurch in response to it.

A choked sob burst out of your mouth and Bucky’s grip relented only for the words to finally win the fight and escape. “I’m yours, Bucky,” you cried out, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “I’ve always been yours, I’m always, always, always gonna be yours.”

Bucky fell on top of you, his lips finding yours in a bruising, ferocious kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth, taking possession and tasting every inch of you, overwhelming and consuming you. Your best friend kissed you like he never wanted his lips to part from yours, his hands gripped you like he never wanted to let you go, and his cock slid inside your pussy like he never wanted to leave you empty. When he shoved his dick roughly into your hole, you wrenched your mouths apart so you could moan against each other’s lips.

Pressing his forehead against yours, Bucky stared at you with hooded eyes. “That’s my girl, that’s my good fucking girl,” he praised, fucking you hard and fast just like you needed. His cock pummeled your pussy so hard it nearly hurt, but it was a delicious kind of pain, one you didn’t think you’d ever get sick of. “My girl, mine,” he babbled, pressing kisses to your lips, then your cheeks between each word until he was speaking into your skin. “You’re the love of my fucking life and now that you’re mine, I’m never letting you go, sugar, never,” he promised, his words sinking through you until they were buried deep in your heart and soul.

Hearing your best friend reveal the depth of how he felt about you, and the fact that it matched exactly how you felt about him, drove you wild and loosened your tongue. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chanted, your hands clutching at Bucky’s body like you couldn’t get him close enough. Your knees climbed up either side of Bucky’s waist until you were folded in half beneath him, his cock buried as deep as possible and it still didn’t feel like enough.

Thankfully, your best friend seemed to know exactly what you needed and he pounded harder and faster into you, moving with you in a rhythm you easily matched until your bodies were working perfectly in sync. Both of you chased your pleasure, murmuring and moaning your love into each other’s skin.

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned, his lips trailing down to your tits, sucking and biting on your skin, leaving little teeth marks and bruises behind. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, sugar, like you were made to take my cock,” he murmured around your nipple, laving the tight bud with his tongue before looking up at you from under thick, dark lashes. Your hands raked through his short brown hair, nails scraping against his scalp and delighting in the way his eyes fluttered at the feel. When his blue gaze opened again, it was molten hot with desire and determination. “I’m gonna make you come all over my cock until you’re shaking and begging me to stop,” Bucky warned.

You realized you may have provoked your best friend a little too much, but instead of backing down, you smirked at him. “Make me,” you challenged, certain that the hunger you saw in Bucky’s eyes was reflected in your own.

The simple phrase had the desired effect. Bucky pushed your thighs wide and up until you were spread and helpless beneath him, giving him total access to pound into your pussy until the slap of his thighs against yours and his balls hitting your ass were louder than the horror movie on the TV. “You wanna be a bratty little slut, I’ll fuck you like a bratty little slut, sugar,” Bucky ground out through gritted teeth, his hand finding your neck again and squeezing until you struggled to pull in a full breath.

All you could do was lay there and take it and oh god did you enjoy taking it. You basked in the feel of your best friend’s heavy weight fucking you into the couch. You felt your eyes going unfocused as your whole body was consumed by the pleasure Bucky was giving you. Your mouth hung open as you panted for the meager little breaths he allowed, tongue stuck out over your bottom lip.

“Fuck, you’re going so fucking dumb on my cock, aren’t you, sugar?” Bucky teased in that mocking tone you loved so much as he stared down into your lust-drunk face. All you could feel and see and hear was Bucky. “So fucked out, eyes hazy and tongue out—fuck.”

You could feel yourself getting close, your inner walls clasping at Bucky’s thick cock as he buried himself inside you over and over again. Your best friend’s pounding cock and filthy words were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It was all too much and too good and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on.

“Fuck, fuck, come for me, sugar,” Bucky huffed, his hips thrusting faster and harder as he rutted into you. He choked you a little harder, holding your throat tight for a long moment and cutting off your air entirely. “Come for me,” he growled out the order, his face feral and beautiful as he hovered over you. “Come all over my cock while I drain my balls deep in your pretty little cunt.”

When he reached down and rubbed your clit viciously, he shoved you over the edge of the precipice you’d been hanging on. Bucky let go of your throat and you drew in a deep breath, letting it out in a scream as you came hard on his cock. Your pussy clenched down on Bucky’s thick length as he pounded into you furiously.

“Good girl, good girl, that’s my girl,” Bucky mumbled, his arms digging under your back so his hands could hook over your shoulders. He used his grip to fuck you harder and faster. He never stopped, never relented even a little, his pace brutal and unyielding through your orgasm.

As wave after wave of pleasure continued to crash over you, you realized he was driving you toward another release. You’d lost control of your limbs, your body writhing uncontrollably beneath your best friend as he pounded into you like he was determined to literally fuck you dumb. Your legs trembled on either side of his waist and you gasped for air, still dizzy and not yet recovered from his hand around your throat or your first orgasm. “I can’t,” you choked out on a gasp. “Bucky, I can’t—not again.”

“You can, sugar,” Bucky argued, his tone sweet but merciless as he kept up his relentless thrusting. “I promised to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop and I don’t hear you saying ‘stop.’”

Bucky’s cock plunged so deep and hard, he hit a spot that stole the breath from your lungs. Even though you didn’t think it was possible, you came again, the orgasm sweeping through you and leaving you shaking and trembling as you screamed, “Stop!”

With a loud groan, Bucky stopped, his cock stuffed deep inside you as he gave in to his own pleasure. Bucky’s teeth sank into the base of your neck, where your throat met your shoulder, hard enough to make you scream again. Your fingers twisted in his hair and held him against you as you rode out your second orgasm, feeling Bucky’s cock throb and twitch inside you as he emptied himself in your pussy. You felt his warm release coat your insides, leaking out and down your ass.

Finally, Bucky collapsed on top of you, his arms wrapping around your waist between you and the couch, while your arms circled his shoulders. After a moment of being pressed into the soft cushions by your best friend’s body weight, he rolled you onto your sides, his softening cock slipping free from your dripping pussy and making you groan softly.

You were both still catching your breath, but Bucky reached around and picked up the blanket from the floor, pulling it over your rapidly cooling bodies to ward off the chill of his apartment. You snuggled into your best friend’s chest, humming happily as you recovered from what was easily the best sex of your life. Thinking back on everything that’d just happened, it reminded you of what Bucky had said while he’d been buried balls-deep in your cunt and you stiffened.

“You better not be having regrets, sugar,” Bucky warned in a deep voice, satisfaction soaking his tone. His heavy breaths started to even out and his voice turned determined. “If you need me to recap where we stand, I will: You’re mine, I’m yours, you’re my girlfriend and my best friend and I’m your boyfriend and your best friend.” He dragged his eyes open and pinned you with his icy stare. “Does that cover everything?”

“Yep,” you squeaked, cheeks heating at how thoroughly he’d read your panic. But then his words fully permeated your mind and your face settled into a smile as happiness unfurled throughout your body. You felt yourself melting into Bucky.

“Good,” he grumbled, rolling onto his back and tucking you into his side between his body and the back of the couch. He retrieved the remote from the floor, accidentally picking up your shorts in the process. They landed on his lap. He held the small garment up between pinched fingers. It was obvious to your eyes that they were far too small for your body and you had a feeling Bucky could tell as well. “Were you trying to torture me with this?” he asked, giving you a look out of the corner of his eyes.

“No, I just…” you trailed off trying to think of a way to put your evil little plan into words that didn’t make you sound too childish. “It was a trick? Like trick or treat?” you tried, but Bucky’s unamused expression told you that you’d have to try again. With a sigh, you finally admitted the truth. “I just wanted to see what you’d do, if you’d react at all.”

“Sugar, sugar, sugar,” Bucky groaned, tossing the shorts back on the floor and the remote on the coffee table. The movie on the TV had long since finished, the picture having gone back to its info screen. “I never had a hope of keeping my hands off you in that getup.” He buried his face in your neck, licking the bite mark he’d left and soothing the ache away with every stroke of his tongue. His voice was slightly muffled against your skin as he went on, saying, “How could I not react to my gorgeous best friend flashing her tits and ass in the tiniest PJs I’ve ever seen?”

You giggled in his arms, squirming to get closer to him, throwing a leg over his thigh. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds kind of silly.”

Bucky pulled back, tilting your chin up so you looked into his face. “No, I’m glad you did it,” he said, his tone serious. “I’ve wanted to tell you for ages how I felt, but it wasn’t until you pushed me that I finally got out of my head and did something about it.” He ducked down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you, sugar.”

“Love you too, Bucky,” you murmured, pulling him in for a longer, sweeter kiss. “Hmm,” you hummed as you pulled away. “I think I’d better keep those pajamas, though, even if they are a little small.” You gave him a devilish grin.

Bucky groaned good-naturedly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Only if you want me to bite and torture every inch of you, sugar,” he warned, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement at the idea.

You shrugged as nonchalantly as you could even as you buzzed with anticipation, shooting him a wicked smirk as you quipped, “What’s a little biting, a little torture between best friends?”

With a short laugh, Bucky leaned in and nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the bite with his tongue before slipping inside your mouth. He rolled you onto your back and took his time worshiping your body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites down your neck to your chest, then even lower. Bucky sucked a hickey into your thigh before giving the same torturous attention to your pussy until you were dripping and begging for his cock.

That night, you and Bucky never managed to finish the horror movie he’d originally put on, or watch any others your best friend had picked out for your Halloween horror movie night. But you did wake up the next morning snuggled up in the arms of your best friend and boyfriend. Marks from his teeth and fingers dotted your skin and you both loved the sight so much, he promised never to leave your skin unmarked.

Throughout the following days and months and years, Bucky kept his promise to you. He’d leave hickeys or bruises on your skin, in places where they’d be hidden by your clothes—on your chest and your thighs—but you’d always be able to feel them. You’d return the favor, sucking hickeys into the skin over his collarbone or his shoulder, relishing the sight of your mark on him. They were a secret between you and Bucky, a language meant only for the two of you, your love imprinted into each other’s skin. The marks ensured you’d always know that Bucky Barnes, your best friend and the love of your life, was yours just as much as you were his.

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Changing Tides

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 6790

Summary: You and Bucky get paired together for undercover missions a lot because it works beautifully, despite the fact that you don't really even interact at home.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, limited use of Y/N, LOTS of pet names (pretty girl, baby, i think baby girl, my girl etc), praise kink, oral f. receiving, slight angst, reader is in denial for a good bit of this, angst if you squint, reader is a part of the team, this piece takes place in an AU where everyone lives together and everything is happy

A/N: Oh. My. God. I did NOT intend for this to be this long, at one point I thought I was going to have to make this a two-parter but I got it all in here. I really enjoyed writing this, please let me know what y'all think!! :)))

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Hues of velvety violet and radiant amber mixed, painting the evening sky like a scene out of a museum. The scent of warm sea salt was still palpable in the air, the crystal like water of the wide-expanding ocean reflected the light of the setting sun. Dancing specs of light could be seen in the darker shades of the sky, stars bright and clear against the inky color.

The cold metal of the hotel balcony pressed against your exposed skin, shirt having risen up as you leaned over it slightly. The view was beyond breathtaking, something you would argue belonged on a movie screen. It was serene, offering a moment of reprieve from the typical chaos you endured in a day, and a distraction from the man currently sitting in the hotel room behind you.

Hate didn’t describe the emotions you felt for the brunet. On a daily basis, there was an underlying disinterest but every now and then a seething annoyance would bubble at the mere thought of the former soldier. You couldn’t pin-point why. Bucky himself had never done anything to wrong you after his rehabilitation and reintroduction into society, and you could easily say nothing the Winter Soldier had done counted towards your feelings.

The odd part of it all is the Bucky and you worked well together, great even. More often than not, you found yourself partnered with Bucky on just about every mission the two of you had; from quick in and out missions to undercover operations like the one you were on now. The communication was great, the two of you easily fell into a rhythm and could read each other’s body language like you’ve known each other your whole life. It was easy to slip into a faux-domesticity with him, which was a stark contrast to the daily life you lived.

The day to day with Bucky involved a lack of any form of contact. You’d avoid the gym if he was in it, would eat in silence if the two of you happened to be in the kitchen at the same time, eye-contact was consistently avoided - Really, the only time the two of you were seen together at home was during group training sessions and team-building nights. You were sure to never make it awkward for the rest of the team, never bad mouth or be outwardly annoyed at Bucky’s presence, you just really couldn’t care less if he was there or not.

“Sweetheart,” his voice carried from the room, light and sweet, almost intoxicating with a feeling instantly having your gut turn and catch your skin aflame, “Did you want to go out for dinner tonight or just order room service?” His voice got nearer as he moved to join you on the balcony.The cool metal prosthetic wrapped around your waist as he stood next to you.

A soft hum left your lips, gaze moving from the horizon to the prosthetic then to Bucky’s face. He adorned a slight scruff, long hair pulled back into a low bun; His eyes nearly twinkled as they reflected the setting sky in the distance, he wore soft maroon button down and black chinos that truly made him look like a normal, well-off guy. Tony and Peter had finally managed to perfect the color needed to make Bucky prosthetic look like a normal arm which easily sealed the deal on assuring that there was nothing major that could be easily spotted to dox the two of you as agents.

The flight to Morocco was long and the next 10 days were easily going to be even longer, the last thing you wanted to do was be anywhere but a soft bed. “Room service,” you replied, matching the tone he had asked the question with. You leaned your head against his shoulder, moving your gaze back to the ocean, “Did you do a room check and get our things set up?”

He nodded, “Everything inside is clear and put away,” he squeezed your side softly when he said inside, a subtle emphasis to communicate where it was safe to not be in character. “I’ll go order the room service, you can go shower and get comfortable. I know how much you hate the airport.” He chuckled softly at the end, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline before making his way back inside.

You let out a soft sigh, making it inside as well and closing the balcony door behind you as you did. This really was going to be a long 10 days.

The bitter taste of the wine nearly made your mouth water, sitting somewhere between too intense and the perfect thing to take the edge off. The first full day had been smooth, an easy itinerary of walking and exploring the city. From the outside, the two of you easily looked like a love sick couple; matching clothes, a large diamond in your hand, Bucky always opening the door for you and your soft smile that just couldn't seem to leave you face; but in reality you had been mapping the city, learning the back alley ways and locating any ports that may be needed for a quick exit.

The small patio of the restaurant adorned a handful of tables, lanterns lighting the area in a soft romantic glow, lucious plants filling in any space, the open space allowed for ease of blending into the crowd while watching any passerby on the street. Bucky had taken up a game of footsie with you, chattering along about some of the shops you had passed along the way.

“Is there any shop you’d want to make your way back to?” Bucky took a sip of the wine in front of him, eyes fixed on you intently.

A soft hum left your lips, swaying your head back and forth softly as you thought. “Well, I wanna hit up the history and art museum, so maybe we could see if there’s any other cute shops there? If not, I’d definitely like to look at the jewelry store and bookstore we passed on the way here.”

“Mmm, I do think it’s time to get my pretty girl a new necklace,” the words fell off Bucky’s tongue like he sweet talked you on the daily.

There was that feeling again, the uneasiness that laid in the pit of your stomach and your skin heated up. Maybe this was why you couldn’t stand Bucky outside of missions, maybe you just didn’t want to deal with this feeling constantly. “You spoil me enough, ya know,” you offered a soft giggle, “I can assure you I don’t need any more jewelry, my love.”

Bucky smirked softly, cocking his eyebrows up at you with a knowing look on his face, “You may not need it, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to do it anyways.”

You shook your head, about to offer a rebuttal as the waiter set your food down in front of you, all thoughts being lost to the amazing sights and smells. “This is easily my favorite part of our trips,” you stated, the distraction of food keeping you from noticing the way Bucky’s gaze stayed on you and a soft smile lingered.

Six days of being enveloped in Bucky’s presence, and thankfully it was getting easier by the moment. It had been a smooth operation so far, the information being easy to locate and gather without raising suspicions. As a result, Tony had said to take a day to relax, lay low and assure no one was able to realize there was something more to you two.

Bucky had made a home on the balcony of your hotel, a book in hand and a coffee sat on the little table next to him.He been there since the early morning and it was easily almost noon, not that that you were bothering to check the clock. A day off meant a day of sleep and eating, nothing much more than that.

However, sleeping wasn't something your body wanted to do so you found yourself with a forgotten movie playing on the television, your gaze consistently going back to him. You weren't sure why, but you couldn't keep your eyes off him. You'd been sitting for the past God knows how long trying to figure out why you couldn't pull your eyes away from him. His hair was down, something he didn't do quite often, almost always finding it easier to have it pulled away from his face. From the angle he was sitting, you could see his light gray button down was still completely unbuttoned, his jean shorts a little too snug around his thighs. He occasionally sipped the coffee that was most likely cold at this point, turning the page of the thick novel occasionally. His lips would purse, eyebrows scrunch occasionally, or a small chuckle, or even a shake of his head as he reacted to the words on the page.

The wind picked up some, indicating a small rain storm that was destined to his later in the evening was starting to make it's way in. Bucky pulled a hair tie from his pocket, tying his hair into his typical low bun before picking his book back up. And it finally hit you; Fuck he's pretty.

The thought immediately made your body heat up and the instant feeling of something in between shame and excitement sat low in your belly. It was like a well known secret your subconscious kept for years finally made it over the wall of denial in your brain, immediately making your thoughts run wild; Fuck he's so pretty, more than pretty actually. What if this is why we've been weird for some many years? Wait. Why would that make it weird? Wait. Why is it weird? Why do we get along so well on missions and then act so differently at home? Oh My God… Has the team been trying to set us up?

Shaking your head, you jumped up, apparently too suddenly because Bucky broke his concentration on his book to glance over at you. You could feel he was watching you move around, the only thought in your head now was to get out for some fresh air as you deciphered the flood of thoughts. You grabbed some fresh clothes, slipping into the bathroom with a heavy sigh once the door was closed.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, attempting to ground yourself. Okay, what the hell is going on? The question kept repeating itself over and over in your head as you slipped into a summer dress, a sage flowy piece that Natasha and you bought for this trip specifically. It was cute, and Nat was right when she said it complimented your skin; definitely different than your normal attire but still comfortable.

Walking out of the bathroom, you were relieved to find Bucky still where he was when you entered. After slipping on some sandals, you moved towards him, immediately aware of every detail of your very being. "Hey," you kept your voice soft, waiting for him to pull him eyes from the book and look up at you. There was something about how brightly his eyes shone with the golden sun beating down on him, there was a sense of both innocence and mystique, and the instant feeling of safety just from holding his gaze. "I'm heading out to get some coffee, do you want a fresh one? You've been sipping at the same cup for hours now."

Bucky glanced down at the cup, then to his watch, eyes going wide for a moment before a soft chuckle left his lips. "I've been out here for 4 hours already, shit. Yeah, I'd love a fresh one, doll. Thank you." He offered you a soft smile, "Just get me a-"

"A latte with three honeys on the side," you said matter-of-factly, "I could order for you at just about anywhere at this point." It was a teasing joke, one Bucky laughed at, but you instantly cursed yourself for even saying it.

"We do spend quite a bit of time together," he hummed out, "Did you want to go out for dinner or get room service tonight?" He asked, picking his book back up as he prepared for your departure.

"Let me see how I feel after I get back. But if we go out, it's your turn to pick. I picked last night." You stated before leaning down to kiss his hairline, still needing to keep up the act just in case someone was managing to spy; or at least that's what you were telling yourself. "I'll see you inna bit."

After returning with the coffee, still finding Bucky to be where he was when he left him, it was an instant decision to find a way to give yourself more time a way from the man that had your mind absolutely scrambled. Grabbing a book of your own, you let him know you'd be down by the pool if he needed you, using a quick excuse about wanting some change in scenery before the rain came as you left.

You weren't entirely sure how long you'd been out there, it couldn't have been too long, but you we're aware you were reading the same page over and over again. The words seemed to mix together, jumbling about and not registering even in the slightest, your brain still attempting to make sense of what you were feeling.

You never denied that Bucky was attractive, that's admittedly part of what made undercover missions easy. You never denied that you two got along well on missions, but you couldn't explain or pinpoint why you didn't get along at home. Sure, you were never hostile or rude, but it was exactly friendly or outgoing either. No matter how much you thought and walked through your early memories of Bucky, you couldn't make sense of anything.

At this point, you knew pride was part of the issue. You knew the team would be able to walk you through, at the very least Nat or Pepper or maybe even Steve, but you could never admit to them what you were currently feeling or going through. The only thing you wanted to do, needed to do was to act normal until you got home. Then you could just hide away and go back to not having to interact with the man that was causing you turmoil.

"There's my pretty girl," Bucky's drawl quickly pulled you out of your thoughts, causing you to jump at the sudden push back to reality. Seeing you jump caused Bucky to chuckle, especially as you turned to glare at him and his bright smile, "It's getting late, baby. We should go get some food."

He moved to the lounge chair you had made home in, kneeling down next to you so he was eye-level. There was that feeling again, low in the pit of your stomach that had your skin warming. "There's apparently food trucks at a park about not too far. Why don't we head there and get some food to bring back and watch a movie?"

Instinctively, you reach to tuck a strand of loose hair behind his ear, offering a soft nod and a smile, "That sounds perfect."

You wanted nothing more than to kiss him, the thought immediately making your already warm skin heat up more, feeling flustered and like a school girl. It's not like you haven't kissed, it was just agreed upon that it was reserved for dire need situations. All other physical touchs; hand holding, forehead kissing, even smacking each others ass was okay to sell the facade that you were a happy couple.

Bucky picked up on the change, a look of slight worry on his face, "You okay, doll?"

The laugh that left you was slightly anxious, holding the book in your hand up as a quick white lie, "Yeah, you just came down at a particularly… intense scene."

He immediately laughed, kissing your forehead as he stood up. "You're so cute. Let's get going though."

The bustling crowds offered a great distraction - Bucky stood proudly by your side, fingers interlocked together and swinging your joined hands softly like a love sick couple. The both of you scanned the crowd, trying to figure out where to go and what to get.

The lines weren't too long, there were nearly a dozen trucks, and live music playing. The sun was finally setting, more clouds rolling in and bringing in a cooler breeze that allowed for a reprieve from the beach heat. There were benches with umbrellas set up, lantern lights adorning some posts and wires around the lot. It was cute, and if it wasn't for the mission you were still technically on, it would feel so wrong to be here with Bucky.

After a moment of thought, you looked at Bucky, lips slightly pursed in thought, "I have an idea." You stated matter-of-factly.

He cooked an eyebrows at you, intrigued and slightly amused with your tone, "Let's hear it then."

"Let's get a platter or some random menu item from every truck then go back to the room and eat there."

Bucky looked around and nodded, "Ya know what, doll, that sounds fantastic. Do you wanna divide and conquer or go one by one?"

It was then that you realized the clouds were darkening, and the rain was definitely going to happen sooner than later. "Let's divide and conquer before the rain comes."

With a nod of agreement the two of you split, heading to either end of the trucks and working your way to each other. With the lines being shorter, it didn't take too long to get through them all, the both of you holding multiple bags stacked full of food and tied tightly. Quick words were exchanged before you started heading back towards the hotel, hoping to make it back before the rain.

The effort was fruitless though, with just maybe a few hundred feet left before the hotel you were staying at, the cold rain begins to pour down, the dark sky opening up and letting go every ounce of water it was holding on to. With loud gasps from the both of you, and small playful shriek even, you two took off running into the lobby, screeching yourselves to a stop as you entered and stood on the mats in front of the door. You were breathing heavily, attempting to catch your breath; a quick glance to Bucky showed you he was doing the same.

After a few moments, the two of you made eye contact, bursting into immediate laughter. You were both soaked head to toe, the only thing saved was the food. His shoes make a sloshing sound and your feet slid around in your sandals, you clothes clinging to every inch of your bodies. You were easily a sight for sore eyes, but it couldn't have been funnier.

"Why didn't either of us think about the rain?" You managed to get out through your laughter.

"Who knows, but let's get upstairs so we can get dry." He managed to respond.

The elevator ride up felt like an eternity, the cold of the AC feeling more intense from your wet skin. Bucky opened the door for you, letting you in first. He set the foot down, immediately kicking off his shoes. "Go shower, get warm. I'll pull out a change of clothes for you and we can swap when you're done."

Something about the direction made you freeze momentarily, causing him to look up at you, "(Y/N), you're freezing. Go shower. I'm fine to wait." His voice was soft and caring and there was a part of you that wanted to tell him to shower with you.

In the dim light of the room and the soaking wet clothes made him look even more divine, like he was sculpted from the gods themselves. You nodded, handing him the bags before making your way towards the bathroom. You closed the door, then quickly opening it to call out but he cut you off, "You want an oversized shirt and a loose pair of shorts, gets your ass in the shower." His tone was demanding but still playful. You caught the look in his eyes, mischievous, playful, and a hint of something you didn't want to recognize.

You kept your shower quick, ready to be in comfortable clothes and a bed with good food. After quickly drying yourself as much as possible, you wrapped yourself in a towel, and stepped out into the bedroom. Bucky stood in only his boxers, his own clothes in one hand while he scrolled through the television with the other. It wasn't the first time you've seen him with this little clothing, but something about it now made your mouth dry and your skin heat up.

"All yours," you said, grabbing his attention as you moved to the bed where he laid your clothes out for you.

"Thanks, doll. I'll be quick. You can pick the movie," he tossed the remote onto the bed before disappearing into the bathroom himself.

You stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before slipping into the clean clothes. Bucky had already made work of getting creative. He pulled the ironing board from the closet and set the food up next to the bed, had fluffed the pillows up into a sitting position, and already gotten drinks for the two of you. By the time you had decided on a movie, Bucky was coming out of the bathroom.

Immediarely, you mind started short circuiting again. He looked soft. He had on a light blue shirt and a pair of light gray shorts, his hair was towel dried and brushed against his shoulders, a slight wave to the brown locks. He slid in bed next to you, getting himself situated and comfortable before handing over the massive spread of food for you to start digging into.

After about 20 minutes of eating and watching the movie in a comfortable silence, Bucky turned the volume down some, "Can I ask you a question?" The tone of his voice alone already told you how he was feeling. There was a sense of worry, anxiety almost to him.

"Of course, what's wrong?" You asked, sitting your food to the side so you could turn to look at him.

Bucky followed your lead, moving the food he had off the bed as well before taking a drink, trying to have a moment to articulate how he was going to ask what he wanted. Even though Bucky was sure the room wasn't bugged, he knew that there's was never a 100% chance of assuring that. The fact alone could make talking about things outside of the mission difficult, and this one one of those moments.

"How's the trip been for you? I know we haven't been on one in a while and I just want to make sure everything's okay, that we're okay." He had turned fully to look at you now, the worry in his voice making it to his eyes.

"Oh…" the response was immediate, and you regretted it instantly the second you so that worry on his face grow, "The trips been wonderful, and uh…" You sighed, toying with the blanket around you, "We're fine, yeah. I'm just… not here?" You said, sort of motioning to your head to get the point across.

Bucky cocked his head some, the worry turning to confusion. "Are we going to be okay when we go home?"

That was something you couldn't answer. What was okay. Was okay how you normally act? Was okay something different? Something better? Something worse?

"Uh… maybe?" You offered, immediately wincing at your own words. You sighed deeply, "I don't really know how to explain what I'm feeling."

"Okay," Bucky took a moment, letting you both sit in the uncomfortable silence that was the lull in the conversation. He was doing his best not to become frustrated, he knew there was most likely no easy way for you to communicate what you wanted to say or even what you were feeling, but he's been able to tell for the past couple of days that things, specifically that you, have been off. "What do you know?"

Your gaze met his again, taking a deep breath in to try to gather the courage to say what you needed. "Things feel… different?"

"Different?"

"Different."

Bucky stared at you for a moment, mind calculating and analyzing has he tried to decipher what you meant. In an instant it all clicked, and you didn't miss the way his lips curled into a quick smirk before his features soften. "Do things feel different when I call you my pretty girl?"

He watched as you immediately became flustered, averting your gaze and watching your chest rise and fall quicker. He thought he had sensed your heart rate quickening throughout the past couple of days, but he had honestly assumed it was anxiety from the mission. He had no reason to think it could be something else; Well, until now.

"(Y/N)," your name came as firm and demanding, causing you to look at him. The smirk on his face was more evident now, "We can continue this conversation now, or when we get home. But just remember, you're my favorite book to read."

You were instantly lost for words, mouth opening and closing as you processed what he just said to you. Waiting until you were home was going to be far too long, but talking about whatever this was now? Right now when you were flustered beyond belief, that flippant warm feeling filling every valley and curve of your body?

"Just say the word, doll, and I'll act like everything is normal. I'll go back to watching the movie and eating and ignoring the obivous."

A soft shake of your head was all you could muster as you search desperately for a will to stop the inevitable, or the courage to beg for it.

"Words, (Y/N). Use your words."

"I don't want normal." You swallowed, taking a shaky breath you continued, "I don't want this to go back to normal."

Buckys lips turned to a smile. "You don't want this to stop when we go home?"

You shook you head more feverishly, "No, I - Fuck, what have you done to me?" You groaned out.

"The same thing you've been doing to me for years, I suppose." His tone was matter-of-fact, cool and calm almost.

"What?" Your eyes had gone wide, mouth dry, and that God forsaken feeling low in your stomach was growing.

"You heard me. Obviously, we'll have some talking to do when we get home." He chuckled

Bucky moved as if he was going to grab the food, stopping once he heard, "No," come out of your mouth, "No. I want to talk about it now."

He looked back at you, eyebrows raising as to silently ask how.

"I want to…" You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief at yourself before leaning forward, cupping the back of his neck with your hand and pressing your lips to his.

This kiss was different; It was electricity filled, igniting every nerve in your body. You could feel the heat from your ears to your toes. It was intoxiting and addicting.

Bucky waisted no time in kissing you back, even letting out a small groan at your sudden assertiveness. His prosthetic hand held onto you waist, the other cupping your face as the two of you broke years worth of tension in one swift motion. Bucky pulled away first, taking in the plumpness of your kiss swollen lips, the sluttering of your lashes as your opened your eyes to look at him, and the darkness of your gaze that was stricken with last.

He looked just as enthralled, blue eyes dark as the night sky and hooded with desire, cheeks flushed slightly beneath his scruff. It finally clicked what the feeling you've been having all week was. Lust; pure, unadulterated lust for the man who was currently pretending to be your husband.

"Well damn, doll," he offered you a toothy grin, squeezing your waist, "Wasn't expecting that."

"Sorry-"

"Don't be." He bit his lip, studying your face for a moment, "Whatcha thinking, pretty girl?"

You couldn't help but get flustered, "That I want more. A lot fucking more." You hand moved up from his neck to card through his hair, his breath hitching some as you did. "Please, James, I need more." Your voice had a slight whine to it, something you hoped he wouldn't be able to resist.

"If I knew you sounded so pretty begging this would've happened years ago," he grumbled before kissing you again. This time though, he re-situated himself, helping you move to straddling him and doing his best to let you still have some semblance of control for now. His hands gripped your hips, keeping you from being able to move away from him.

One of your hands cupped his face, the other running down his clothed chest. You lips move in sink, a squeeze on your hips eliciting a small moan from you that he took advantage of, using your open mouth to slip his tongue in. You could feel the tent in his shorts growing, sitting hard against your core.

An experimental grind of your hips pulled a moan form the man beneath you; The sound was music to your ears, and enough encouragement to do it again.

Buckys hands moved, bracing you as he flipped you over to give himself more leverage and take control. Just as he begin to grind himself against you, he moved his lips from your to your neck. He kissed his way down to your pulse point, drinking in the sweet sounds you made. He sucked softly at the skin, moaned himself when you pulled at his hair.

Any rationale thought was gone at this point, any fears or anxieties you had pushed to the back of your mind as pure pleasure and desire took over the forefront of your thoughts. Once Bucky was sure he would be satisfied with the mark he left on you, he pulled back some to look you in the eye.

"Are you sure you want this?" He breathed out, offering you an out.

You nodded so quickly he couldn't help but laugh softly, "God, you look so fucking desperate, doll. You want me to fuck you?" He had a slight tease to his voice.

Another nod is all you could muster, but that wasn't good enough for him. "Uh uh, come on. Use your words. Need to hear you say it if you want me to do it."

You whined at his demand, pouting at him slightly, "Please."

"Please what?" His tone was more stern now, "If you want to continue, I need to know you actually want this."

His insistence to make sure you were consenting pulled at your heart strings. You nodded, "Yes, Bucky," you kept your voice soft before adding a slight whine and plea to it, "Please fuck me."

He smiled, kissing you much softer than had had before, "I'd do anything you asked me to." His words sounded like a promise that had you own emotions bubbling up.

Bucky leaned up for a moment, pulling off his shirt. He motioned for you to sit up and pulled yours off as well, groaning softly when he sat you skin. "Such a beautiful, pretty girl. Look at you," his hands ran up and down your sides and he took in your body before making eye contact with you again, "Most perfect thing I've ever seen, ya know that?"

He could feel your skin heat up at his comments, watching you squirm. "Take your shorts off, doll." Bucky moved off the bed, kneeling on the floor at the edge, "C'mere." He demanded.

You aren't going to deny him at this point, feeling yourself so tightly wrapped around his finger that you'd follow him into hell if it meant he kept talking to you like this. Once you were close enough, Bucky grabbed your thighs and pulled you to be perched on the edge on the bed, legs on his shoulders with his eyes level with your core.

"Look at this sweet little pussy," he squeezed your thighs tight, "You're fucking glistening, doll." He started pressing kisses to your thighs, avoiding the very apace you needed him at. "Smell fucking divine, I just know you're gonna taste even better."

Bucky watched as you already started fishing the sheets, squirming and biting you lip to hold back any noise. He already decided it was his job to make it impossible for you to hold back. Bucky moved his right hand to interlock with yours, taking his left arm and using it to put pressure on your waist, the cold feel of the prosthetic a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. Just as he squeezed your hand, Bucky licked a thick stripe from your core to your clit, genuinely moaning at the taste.

He wasted no time in drowning himself in your essence. Bucky licked and sucked, offering the occasional nibble, until you were grinding yourself in his face. Once soft gasps and moans were falling freely from you lips, he moved his left hand to your core, the cool digits of his forefinger and ringer figuring prodding your sopping hole. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking softly as he pushed two fingers in, relishing in the fact that your moans got loud.

Bucky pulled him mouth away, moving to you thighs and sucking hickies into the soft skin while his fingers worked magic. He already knew your body so well, years of working together on intimate missions allowed him to learn how to tell what you liked versus what you loved.

After leaving a few marks, he leaned his head against your thighs, looking up at you through his lashes and watching had your chest rose and fell and you head was thrown back in pure pleasure. "I was fucking right. Taste like honey, could drink you up all fucking day."

He licked a quick stripe again, from where his fingers were to the hilt inside you all the way to your clit. "So, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to continue eating your sweet little pussy until you cum all of face then I'm going to fuck you nice and deep so you feel my cock for days."

He chuckled when he felt your walls flutter around his fingers, "You like the sound of that, pretty girl?" He curled his fingers, hitting the spongy spot that had you gasping for air and eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Look, you're already so close to the edge. You better soak me, baby."

Bucky didn't fall short on his word, getting back to work on your clit with his mouth. His scruff added a nice sensation that bordered on pleasurable pain, fingers moving st the perfect pace and curving expertly, mouth switching between sucking and kitten licks. His right had squeezed your own hand, encouraging you to let go for him.

The pleasure was building quickly, it was intoxicating and inhibition destroying. You leaned up, using your free hand to grab hold of his hair and pull, giving you leverage to grind on his face. Bucky moaned against you, and truly giving you everything he was worth in his determination.

It didn't take much longer for you to fall over the edge, moaning loudly and body convulsing. Your legs squeezed his head as he continued to work you through your orgasm until you fell back, panting for breath.

Bucky pulled away, chuckling softly with a proud look in his face. From his nose down, he was absolutely glistening with your slick, "God you're fucking hot, using my face like that."

Bucky stood, pulling his shorts off, using them to wipe his face some, then tossing them to the side. "Can't wait to see your pretty face when I fill you up. Your gonna take me so good, aren't you?"

You nodded, already getting worked back up. You sat yourself up before he had the chance to grab you, leaning up and carding your hand through his hair again and guiding his lips to yours. You moaned at the taste of your own cum on his lips, reaching down to wrap your hand around his cock, jerking him slowly.

He pulled away from your lips, breathing in sharp. "Uh uh, doll, you can do that another time," he kissed your forehead, a sweet gesture that was a drastic difference to what was currently happening, "Right now, I wanna be buried inside you, making you cum all over me again. Cmon, lay back down for me."

You stole one more kiss before resuming your prior position. Bucky stood at the edge of the bed, pulling you back to the edge and holding your legs spread wide. "You can tell me to stop at any point," he said softly, "but unless you do that, I'm not stopping until you're thoroughly filled with me."

You nodded, offering a desperate, "Please, Bucky. Want all of you," and moving to hold your own legs up as the extra step to prove how much you wanted this.

"So fucking perfect," he groaned out. Bucky grabbed his length, teasing your slit a few times to get his thick tip left before finally pushing in. He was slow, listening to your gasp as he stretched you out so nicely.

Inch by inch, he pushed in until he was bent over you and all the way to the hilt, your lower bodies completely flushed. "You feel fucking amazing around me," he moaned out, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Just as you were starting to whine, he pulled all the way out before slamming back in, causing you to moan out loudly when you felt him in the deepest parts of you.

Bucky set a brutal but rhythmic pace, changing it ever so slightly until he heard your moans and whines change to be deeper and louder. He moved one of your legs to his shoulder, which somehow allowed him to go even deeper, alternating between full thrusts and grinding against you.

He reached down between the two of you, rubbing circles in your clit with his thumb and watching as your whole body begin to shake with intense pleasure. "Look at you," he moaned out, "Better than my wildest dreams. You gonna cum again for me, already doll?"

He didn't need an answer at this point, he could tell from how your walls were squeezing him that you were close, and as much as he hated to admit it he wasn't far behind you. Bucky kept his movements consistent until he felt you fall over the edge again with a high pitch moan, his hips finally flattering as you squeezed him like a vice, quickly chasing his own high. A few erratic thrusts and he spilled into you with a moan of your name.

Bucky let your legs down, taking a few deep breaths before pulling out of you. He laughed lightly as you whined at the loss of him. He disappeared to the bathroom, cleaning himself up before bringing back a warm, damp wash cloth to wipe you down with. Bucky pressed softly kisses to yoh skin and he wiped you off, kissing your lips before tossing the cloth to the side and climbing into bed with you.

He helped you move back to laying normally in the bed, laughing once he noticed the credits of thie movie were rolling. He wrapped and arm around you, pulling you into his side and letting you get comfortable on him."How you feeling, doll?"

"Good, a little weird, but good." You said, voice drenched in exhaustion.

"Weird how?" He asked, rubbing his fingers up and down your back.

"Good weird. Happy things are gonna be different when we get home."

With how you were laying, you missed the way Bucky smiled down at you, "You don't understand how happy it makes me that I'll get to treat you like this all the time."

"Really?" You asked, already finding it hard to keep your eyes open.

"Doll, I've been yours since the moment I met you, someone was just too stubborn to notice her own feelings." He squeezed your side before going back to rubbing your back, "Get some sleep, we can talk in the morning."

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